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Togetherness


When I met him,
Two wine glasses whispered,
The owls shrieked
And the Oak tree,
With all its strength
Resisted and said,
"You are not meant to be
Together".
But I didn't care to
Ask why,
I didn't care to seek
Options,
'Cause there was electricity
Flowing through our bodies,
The electricity that
Could light up the
Entire rooms of hell.
When we danced together,
The ballroom protested to
Light up,
My heels denied to tap,
My eyes denied to connect
My frock refused to swirl
Saying,
"You are not meant to be
Together".
But I didn't care to ask
I didn't want clarification,
Because our steps were
Synchronized,
Our hands were cold,
And we were two dead souls
In love.
When we were kissing,
My cells declined to act,
All the electrons and protons
And neutrons acted weird,
A Ferris wheel dismissed
To rotate,
Saying,
"You are not meant to be
Together"
But I didn't ask how
Or searched reasons,
Because our lips were
Too close,
And we were the only ones
Under the sky.
Days after days,
When togetherness meant
Nothing,
When the electricity and
Synchronization and closeness
Turned down,
I stood alone at the stage,
To sing my song
And the room was full
Even though my voice
Was quivering,
The audience was smiling,
I broke down,
But they were cheering
Because I was alone and
Not together
Anymore.

A.C

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