But it’s there for sure.
Just touching the surface of the story.
Tangent lines that skim the tops of truths.
“What is love?” You can ask me
And all I can tell you is that it’s like
Where tangents meet
And fall apart.
Two opposing hearts combined as one
If only for an ephemeral bit of time.
But the thing about love,
The thing about us-
We were never meant to be as one.
Our meeting was not purely coincidental,
Just like how our parting was not