This was in my drafts
Empty
Forgotten potential poem
Art thou something formidable?
It could have happened, but it didn’t
Words that rose then fell
I wonder what they were?
Probably more disbelief that this is reality
Humans are fascinating
And sad
Maybe I was thinking of someone
Dear someone I hope you’re well
You’re beautiful
I’m not burning out yet
You’re not either
You’re not allowed
Singing it back in reverse, see that?
I wonder where I am
Where, is here?
I suppose since I’m somewhere
Where is here
Just the same old same old
Do you hear me after the rain?
Wondering if I’m even on the same planet as you sometimes
I can run into people on the other side of the Earth
But not you
If you believe in destiny then this poem was never meant to be anything than what it is now
Mysterious fates
We aren’t meant to be
But I was made for you
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