"if dreams are like movies, then memories are films about ghosts.."
How it felt to see you again..
To feel our eyes meet and immediately pull away,
With such resistance the gravitational pull, was obvious.
Soft face too pretty for shame, and yet, you wear it so well.
There is no resentment here.
I still yearn for an idea of us that isn't possible any longer. And such a shame, that is.
And as we stand, unknowing of what could have been so great--
--a slight glance in the opposite direction fixes everything.
We don't have to face what we can't see, I suppose...
..I suppose......
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