Boundaries

Are people separated
by bodies?
Boundaries where one person
should end,
That’s like saying
this square inch of the sky,
Is where my line of sight
shall extend.

 

How can I ask you
not to spill
Parts of your thoughts
into my mind,
Can I open the faucet
at the end of the day,
And the warm water will clean
the blues left behind..

 

Do the muscles of a heart
carry the weight of one?
Separating the troubles
in terms of origin,
Those I’ll feel less,
those I’ll feel more,
And today no one
shall make it past the doormen!

 

I don’t think we could
dissect,
The parts of us that intrude
past the physical lines,
Or close the shutters
to a strong wind,
In an aim to keep our
happy currents confined.

 

Where does one person
end?
How can people turn their backs
when the sky gets dark,
I’m balancing too many
fragments of people,
And the world is dispersed,
I don’t know how far I can walk.

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