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that’s how she would describe them
two distinct paths
suddenly colliding
meeting together unexpectedly
threads intertwining, lives entangling
then splitting into their own paths once more
to never cross again
how is it possible
to coil so tightly
to be so engrossed in someone else
and then be expected to pry away
like nothing ever happened
even though the wounds from separating
burned her every day
and she’s supposed to be totally okay with it
because that’s just how it is now
and she’s supposed to look forward
when a piece of her was missing
what was she going to do with all that time
all that space
all that love
that used to be taken up by them
the path only got further
more distant from the point they were together
and as the space between their journeys widened
she would force herself to heal
hoping and praying that the next one she meets
won’t just be another
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