We didn't pass each other like ships in the night.
We collided, fucking our hulls against each other.
We spoke the same language but had different definitions.
I realized that as you cried in a restaurant. Oh.
I broke up with you surrounded by the disapproving murmurs of people the age of your mother, enraptured in righteousness like a conservative Christian. All words, no sympathy.
We had no idea who each other was. I wasn't going to let you learn.
You were my palliative to feeling out of control. How could I let you touch me?
I saw you the other day but of course, we didn't see each other.
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