are you drawn
to the gravity
of me
or is it me
drawn
into your orbit?
i don’t want to believe
you are craning
your neck
to see
the wreck of me
but rather
marveling
at a brilliant
sunset
an enormous
harvest
moon.
i keep seeing this guy all around town. like all the time. i’m trying to figure out what is going on. like are we meant to meet? do i know him from a previous life? i have talked to him once when i ran into him as we were each walking our dogs. i couldn’t see him as it was a super dark star lit night on a back road out of town…but i knew it was him & felt completely at ease stopping & chatting on a dark, deserted road.
so what’s going on with that?
Quixotic Mama 
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