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2 lucky souls

 I remember reading storybooks with their nice endings and pretty imagery, sometimes it struck me odd why the opposite was rarely discussed, just the fear built about it fenced the plot. I realize now that stories like those were an escape from reality; a world with perfection is not real, and the real world does not always care for the disproportionate shareholders of love. It is not just, but it is an equalizer for the suffering and joy that comes with the pain of being unable to love someone. I wrote this when I began thinking of real world love, a perfection that is unable to happen because time & space dictate against it. It is called "2 lucky souls":

Isn't it sweet, isn't it sweet

Two lucky souls who never get to meet

One falters with love, the other repeats

Divided by distance, united defeat


In the same line of sight is this poem, called "These streets":


Sipping, talking about nothing;

whistling, nodding wondering things, what if we belonged together?

Here we sit, one of these cold benches;

winter trudging in the trenches of one hope-now or never

 

How are you though, how have you been?

Have you made your peace with the way you were then?

How unfortunate the way we both bring ourselves and stare forever-

Now look how Miss Time ends these moments while we sit back and just let her

 

Love is not so lovely on these streets, there’s no need to judge me,

There’s no need for jealousy, love is not so lovely on these streets

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