you can feel that
pull, the momentum an arc of someone's life swung for a moment into your orbit eyes locked and there's a certain embarrassment a caught me gasp but there's no time for we have already seen each other caught by the chance of looking as we move through sound each of us a particular specific story, a satellite of yearning and touch and distance and there is a clinging -- a static realization of love, maybe -- I can only believe love knows many forms before we tessellate and realign and know someone else again |
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