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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