It’s not that I can’t touch myself
without feeling like I’m not here.
Or that I think I’m a kind of moon
streaming beyond and behind a self,
always just out of view,
no matter the day.
I’m just hard on myself is all.
In fact, in addition to the desire
to never leave your side,
a desire I now know you don’t have,
even you can agree
it’s being a clinger where I shine.