Corners and edges, sparkling diamond earrings,
high heels and a coffee cup always in hand – these
are parts of the impossible story
held in the way I say your name.
Impossible because you should have
rubbed me raw.
We should have slipped past each other, hardly speaking.
We turn differently, you and I –
somehow we spun together anyway.
Then that agonized whisper in class, because of
if the current couldn’t take me this time
it would have you. Any moment now,
the crowd will close behind you – in a day
you’ll wake while I am sleeping,
order your morning latte and then
our nights and days will slip past each other
the way we always should have.
A/N - Very rough draft, mostly posted because I wanted to post something and I'm experimenting with a slightly different style of poetry. Possibly too literal. Definitely too abrupt in places. Also the title is a total placeholder.