A fleeting moment,
which repeats herself
de ja vu?
yet with each iteration
different from the last
Ending similarly
with the gut-wrenching
guilt and loneliness
ripped apart by
indecision,
circumstance
and by distance
Parallel lines
aren't supposed to meet?
If so then what are we?
What am I talking about?
There is no we;
She's the emphatic and
giving spiral
that tangents
and propels my lifeline;
For each time our paths cross,
I am propelled to new heights...
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