Caitlin Collinsworth

I was in it for him. There in the space, in any space we could occupy together.

There are many questions I never know how to answer with my voice.

Will the spinning ever stop? Did our hands ever touch?

You are sleepy eyes and quiet smiles.

You will meet someone who loves you.

All of our hands were gripped tight to something. Phones, poles, ourselves.

I’ll tell you what my first mistake was. It was thinking it could be different.

Whatever we were, whatever we are, sealed inside here so I won’t have to wonder.