He feels over committed,
having spent far too much time
waiting for a phone to ring.
He finally reminds himself it doesn’t matter;
this isn’t what he’d choose.
Disentangle now your heart
and you’ve nothing more to lose.
Like the back half of a coin,
on the flip side of the world
scampers city ’round ’em up,
a half forgotten girl who sits in the still remains
of slightly shattered dreams.
Just don’t expect anything;
disappointment kills esteem.
Two lonely souls roaming earth…
inch their way towards a collision?
Isn’t life about the words,
perfect with revision? No. Life’s the (parenthesis),
the periods. the commas,
With the flow of human words
lies the space of human trauma.
Two lonely souls searching earth
live their lives in parallel.
They’ll never meet, desire, love,
always assume they will find their heart one kismet day,
celebrate all they have known…
But two lives in parallel
draw on forever alone.