After coming back from nowhere,

I really like this, it has a deceptive simplicity. Thought I'd try a restructure:

you notice some
of what you need― a pressure
of something you've intended, somewhere without a place
nothing short of destination

After going there,
you know preference from selection, somewhere from
something else
After arriving here,
you discount everywhere from
buying and selling, the sun is where you were,

the moon? What's become
of the moon but the light
it never shines in your presence―
Like how he takes turns
at solutions while you scatter
them out like you are afraid of the dark that could be yours

You are a piece
he threw farther and farther away
from your selfishness
Would he be that
and much more? It seems
this is the question you ask
to be alone.

"the sun is where you were,"
So nice ...

"It seems this is the question

you ask to be alone"

Great close.

Good one, Jill. *

"Like how he

takes turns

at solutions

while you scatter

them out

like you are

afraid of the dark―"

Lovely work, Jill. ****

This especially intrigues me:

"You are a piece

he threw farther and farther away

from your selfishness"

Thank you Sam for your suggestion.

Thanks everyone for the generous comments.

Good flow. I like the piece. *

"nothing short of destination"
Wonderful!

Quite pared back. Compared to for example your other piece "phone call" (which I really like).

I like the leaps in logic of this poem. It's a pleasure to re-read and figure out. *

Thanks very much everyone for the comments.

Eamon, it's good of you to read my old post. Thanks.

Arturo, thanks for the reread. :)