Tangle

Floating in a distance

Alone, hesitant to drift apart from loneliness

Sadness and longing that vacuum the depths of my soul

The want to be freed, the inner me that clashes with gravity

I was grabbed by a figure

Distant at first but space become vague by the second

Opposite poles of an overrated magnet

Possesses an unknown reason of attraction

At last I have fallen

I have felt but denied it

Denied it and felt it bloom more than ever

Felt it but left it unrecognized

Until that day when it could not anymore be contained

I recognized it, felt the purity of it

The joy of accepting it

In a split second, I can say that we were both in it

Embracing it, wanting to keep it

Which marked the downfall of it all

The gradual hurtful glare of the moment gone

Flew away we did we from the feeling

I am still here, physically close to you

Feeling more alone and hopeful than ever

Floating a mile away from our lost haven

Keeping my rightful distance

But not forever.

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September 2008. Written by Lav Acacio.