Inches apart,
Yet miles away.
Breathing the same air,
Not really.
Seeing the same,
But never meeting.
The inscriptions,
Sculpted in our minds
Don't run parallel.
Nudge, is all.
Push me, pull me,
Don't step back.
Your presence burns,
Your vicinity soothes.
The rope ends hang loose,
Just knot it,
Just pull it tight.
The circles run concentric,
Like the haywire thoughts.
Let the boundaries coincide,
Let the spaces go extinct.
Back to back,
Side to side,
My heart drops,
But do you even feel anything anymore?
***
Just a Peek.
This poem is in continuation to the story told in Faces With Numbers.
Happy Reading!
-laila.
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