Walking In Circles

These compressed patches of earth
Her footsteps deepened
And I found myself raising my knee
To follow in them
Raising my elbows
To clamber over them
Bracing myself
To jump in them
Who was she
That left imprints
deeper than myself?

Wiping sweat from the crease
Between cheek and nose
With a dirty hand I
Mumble why so deep
Wait for me
Why so deep?

Later I realised
That without meeting
We’d been walking
In circles, stamping our imprints
Every now and then I would
hear her wheezing, trying to climb
Over her own imprint
And jump into the next.

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