heart

I wish I could
tell you why I
     retreat
into myself or what makes me
  disappear, invisible, and, if
     not alone, then
something close enough,
  removed from
  my heart.

I wish you knew
    the world ends when
     you’re not
in it, as I continue, aping
  life as
best I remember, not sure
     why I got here, longing
for
too long, appealing to you,
    my heart.