SAN to SJC

We’ve talked about love and loss. We’ve dissected death and dreams.
My stupid present self wanted to believe that—
and my current present self just wants to

I can’t even find words I haven’t already used. You are the statue in the middle of the roundabout.
Circles. Circles. Circles all to hell.

Am I greedy? Do I really have love to share? Is it possible?

In an ideal world, I could be with you both. I have this strange feeling, though, that it’s either one candle or the void.