Circle

Little circles

turning round my head

like wheels spinning

like a line reread

clicking and clacking

ticking and tocking

overwhelming

yet comforting

a race never-ending

a space never filling

circle, circle, circle

dizzying in its

repetition

like a roundabout

hold on tight

or let gravity

have its part

turn, turn, turn

painted smiles

spiral down my face

laughter

hidden in that disgrace

STOP

and no more circles

just straight lines

give me a push

I’ll take the spin

a line is just a line

but a circle leaves a grin.

Turn.

and when it became,

not enough,

a bit too hard,

a bit too tough,

you turned from me,

in your subtle way,

tilted your head,

walked away,

I stood watching,

as I always do,

your head down,

I still love you,

though you hear nothing,

in that desperate mood,

I watch you leaving,

in your inner feud,

I call your name,

you don’t turn,

its your way,

to let things burn,

I sigh and nod,

cause that’s just me,

walk away,

to let you be.