My heart, has always been in another place.
As she spoke, I’d nod with aggression,
While starring right through her.
I was anything but caught in her aura.
Somehow, I failed to be captivated, by my own creation.
I barely got over, that we shared the same sky;
Never mind, the gravity of the force that was supposed to anchor me to her.
I never processed it,
As, we laughed and smiled, for our own reasons.
Now,
My mind, is that of an exceptional kingdom, in which she haunts.
The magnitude of her expression, sweep the hallways;
And, as she tilts the picture frame,
I realize the significance of her absence.
And, in my head, her voice echoes, over the sound of traffic.
Suddenly, I could hear her faint footsteps that have never been next to my own.
Stages of her short life, flashed before my eyes; in the middle of an intersection.
As, I impulsively reached out for her hand, I ended up grabbing the wind.
From under my breath, I muster;
“What should have been loved is lost. What should have been loved, is lost.”
I never acknowledged, how much her memory could taut me.
But, I swear saw her reflection in the cutlery as I ate.
And, now, the clouds spell out her name.
I swore, I saw her reflection in the cutlery as I ate.
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