Detachment

I've often thought of detachment as not caring.

My understanding of it
however,
in this dark and quiet place
is different.

Instead of feeling satisfied with how I am
and you are,
I see no differences there.
This is greater than both of us being 'okay'.

Instead, this positioning,
of you and me
this and that,
seems arbitrary;
as constructed as my defenses
which placed them there
and keep them available.