We met like passengers
assigned to the same row
close enough to share armrests,
not a destination.
I traced the curve of your smile
like contrails across a blue sky,
already knowing turbulence
was on the schedule.
Love, like a flight,
knew its landing time.
When you left,
you shrank in my life
until all that remained
was the faint sound
of your wings
fading into sky.
We lie inches apart,
faces turned from one another,
like two commas in the same sentence
that never connect.
Your back faces mine,
like a locked screen
close enough to touch,
impossible to enter.
The walls utter gossip at night.
They watch new women pass,
different steps, new perfumes,
claiming corners they'll never own.
I've seen a penguin in a trench coat
Questioning the tide.
I've seen a pigeon on the couch
Licking chip salt from its wings.
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