Cupid’s bow
the day we never meet
everything carried on as usual
water swirling down a sink
a sun setting to rise again
in the space between there were stars crossing
doing their best the competition fierce
and you looked up and I looked up
facing the same sky framing
constellations already named and mapped
indifferent for millennia just the
light travelling
and the cosmic dust falling and burning
and all those wishes
all those fishes
in the sea swimming swimming
to futures to you and to me
oceans apart
the flight of thought blowing a
kiss
arrows to the heart
skimming the air falling
short
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