She didn’t need indecisive contact.
Their limbs were worn puzzle pieces,
Making a slow journey downwards.
Floating for a while.
To catch the stolen light beams.
She didn’t need speed limits, either.
Patrolling her manoeuvres.
Light shone on oppressive numbers.
Needing to fulfil their purposes,
To the darkness.
Didn’t reach far enough within her brain
Thoughts of him.
Her need, wore a hole in his soul.
Shaped like yesterday.