We Oscillate Poem by Evelyn Norcott

Our walking patterns are as inconsistent as our thoughts
We swell, and draw closer, near to a touch
And set apart before we feel too much
Or anything at all - I don't know what you're thinking
We say a lot but are we really listening?
I mumble, he says he can't hear me
So I fiddle with the box of colours I carry
His eyes are blue in a way I find terrifying
He explains a simpler theory in a library
And I nearly forget I will leave in summer
All I want is for him to tell me to stay;
Because I will. I need stability, I'll say
But we oscillate.