This poem was written after I lost something dear to me. Her name is the title of this piece.
We broke up,
Fire and smoke,
Who said we got along?
We tore up,
Rhythm to your blues,
Who said we sang along?
Silhouettes of us flicker,
Before our bodies wrote a poem of their own,
Before eroticism and wine became our tongue twisters,
Before we became something tangible,
IT WASN’T THE DISTANCE.
IT WASN’T THE MILES BETWEEN US.
IT WASN’T THE POETRY WITHIN US,
MEDDLING IN AND OUT OF LOVE.
MADLY IN LOVE WITH YOU.
Twin flaming despite the absence…