He said, they really never spoke
Still galaxies were forming from words they wrote
Feathers were pluming where islands were looming
And oceans were filling where she woke

He said, his life was but a cloak
Still volcanoes were smoking where they mope
Mountains were pulling, where islands were cooling
And it took all he had to give her hope

He said, life is but a joke
Still clouds were crying where she broke
Skies filled with lightning, where stars were aligning
And around her head was love instead of rope

He said, nothing could help him cope
Still ink was spilling on pages they soak
Earth was evolving, where love was revolving
And his hand was the only hand she’d grope

© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal

The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed.

Carl Jung

Opposites attract. Yin and yang. Positive and negative. Me and you.

I’m gone and I’m forgotten
I’m gone like I never existed at all

Sidenote: I still love you. I’m learning to love the distance too (because you’re not the only one who tells lies).

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