Come Close

 I should 

stop living 

  so freely—

tend smaller 

margins— 

  read less— 

 drive more—

but desire—

  living— 

ebbs and flows

  like moods—

seasons— 

  move

in time

 with time

 as time—                                                    

  falling—

 reach out 

 your hand—

pull me in 

 when I 

come close.