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She’d like to think they were like the sun
and earth, their paths inevitable.
She’d like to think they were
crazy for each other.
But maybe she was crazy for him
and he simply sane for her.
Her yearning overtly personal.
His covertly distant.
She saw the light around his face,
besotted with his essence.
The planets orbiting as
morning and evening came.
And she knows now what he felt
for her was temporal- affection
and trust but without the romantic
notions she longed for.
A tragedy for her.
A comedy for him.
Two bodies flying through the sky,
one pushing closer.
The other pulling away.
Always drifting and wafting
at a heartbreaking distance.
A whim of the atmosphere
and unwoken eyes.
-Tosha Michelle
