Brooding

Feb 28, 2022

Brooding

And your eyes find me.
Perfectly timed me.
Desperately clinging
to what the future is bringing.
Hearts ponder.
Minds wonder.
You're everywhere.
Two souls.
One pair.

Lives mingle.
"The same old brain."
Words hurt.
Egos clash.
Back to ash.
Thoughts hurl
through mid-air.
Gone forever.
Like I was never there.

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