my space

I would have told you,

had I the nerve,

to get out of my space,

which stretched twice my arms'

length at least, and had I

gotten away with it, ten to twenty feet.

I didn't mean it, but you shouldn't know

I wanted people near, that I longed

for including, to make the drag, hang out.

That not being offered, I made it my idea,

the loner, the lonely.

I didn't tell you when I came,

sat in your circle. I would have,

but you wouldn't let me,

made me no loner, no longer lonely.

I could have made the drag

had we mastered time travel,

could hang out, drink coffee,

sit with you.

But about my space,

that foot or two or ten -- well,

are you a hugger?

Come into my space.