I shook the generous hand off

Because i felt trapped by the fingers

Locked with mine

Now the space between them feels bare,

In the way that canyons are

The way that maybe the grasp of home carved

The divots between my knuckles

The way that water is felt in stone

The absence of the force that wore you down

The nourishment you miss

Back then–when life wasn't simpler, but smaller–

I took for granted the safety

I yearned for the bigness i have now

I am bound to it

Once a life expands you can never return to the comfortable

[little box]

Like growing out of a favourite jumper

Where the sleeves cuff your elbows

And you have to move on

A/N - ive published these so unchronologically . this was written maybe october/november, pre part 18 i think, anyway, hope youre all doing well:)