i.
I have sandpaper skin while you have jail-cell eyes.
we were a perfect match,
when you busied yourself
trying to lock me in your gaze
I simply escaped through the grate
in the form of sand-grains.
ii.
we were both puzzle pieces,
complicated with holes in every shape,
every form and on every side.
I was jagged and uneven
while you were circular,
and smooth.
circumventing my hands
like two similar charges;
I couldn’t find force to
get over your gravity.
- you’ll never understand how my mind works.
iii.
we appeared perfect to outsiders.
but I knew, like all stars that
eventually fade -
we were no exception.
iv.
our stories soon untwined
and separated, we walked
away in two opposite directions.
you never looked back, but
I still sneaked a glance or two
your way.
I’ll never forget you.










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