this is just a little prose type poem. very broad and most likely a starting point for something more personal when i get a grasp of it.
it was like two magnets, not oppositional,
but consistently pulled, snapping together.
i would forget the face, the ravines,
smirking creases, all the stray flecks
of something tangible. i would forget
and scurry just as far as the tether
wished. i'm sure he did the same.
he would grasp my fevers with a glance.
i never saw him coming, never
wanted to see him leave. i could forget,
but science-only relevant for textbooks
and soccer coaches-was undeniable.
it was not emotion. no, it was science.
subtract the square root, add to the speed
of sound and forget the remainder.
he was a force. i was a force.
place me at a gas station, a country
store, a gravel road. it didn't matter.
he always fit the formula, but left
me seven digits from the solution.
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