Infinite Circles

Infinite Circles
-come sweeten every afternoon

I was concentrating on my breathing, and each pounding step on the granite ground. Next thing I knew, I was sitting on the floor, a swear word escaping my mouth. Yup, I fell whilst jogging this morning - my left ankle's swollen, and my right knee's pretty badly banged up. I haven't taken such a fall in years, and it felt so bad. Didn't help that I had an interview in the afternoon, and I had to pretend that I was fine in heels, 'cos I wasn't. Man.

Just this afternoon, things seemed so simple and sweet.

Softly talking on the bus ride to town;
The comfortable intervals of silence;
Feeling silently impressed as you instructed the cab driver with the road map in your hand;
And your gentle tug at that moment on the steps at the drama academy.

Tunch and ice cream in a quiet Turkish cafe;
Laughing at the ice-cream man;
Eavesdropping on the kids behind us;
And the now-familiar scent of your cologne.

Then why is my heart aching?
I thought I'd closed the doors; but I'd obviously forgotten about locking the gates.
I feel so lost.
How can I help you?