The Fearful Syzygy
I turned my head,
and you turned yours,
and together
we fastened a
temporary string
around each other's hearts,
and I know I could
feel the weight of
our distances tugging
at vacant space
inside my chest,
imprinting
the severing circle
of a tightened grip.
I know you could feel it too.
I know because I saw you,
jostled out of the moment,
out of the bollix of traffic;
you and I a conduit for a lapse
in thought,
both of us wandering
where neither dared go:
the fearful syzygy
of life
of love
of acknowledging
that we were missing
the both of them
and each other.
For a moment,
my blood stopped flowing.
I was calm.
And I know you feel the same way
because I don't know you,
and it's easier to fantasize
when reality isn't involved.
You are the five seconds or less
love of my life.
I can't remember what you looked like,
but I remember how I felt
smiling at you
when you smiled at me
and we awkwardly shifted
glances back into our
steering wheels, realizing
that we couldn't do anything—
that we didn't have the slightest modicum
of control.
But who cares?
I love you.
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poem by Tim Stensloff
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