I met a boy who was a square.

All edges:

on the edge of catastrophe,

on the edge of addiction,

on the edge that we often stand on,

at least once,

contemplating the distance to the ground.

 

Then I met a girl who was a triangle.

She was three people in one.

She was the girl who partied too hard,

whose wrists were often scarred.

And the package of “I’ve got it all together”.

 

Along the way I met many shapes.

shape

after shape

after shape

after…

 

Circle.

 

And then there was you.

A circle.

All soft and endless,

like a faded sunset,

or the infinite horizon.

 

You were warmth and strength and light;

all bundled up.

In a circle.