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Feb 16
We were always missing each other by minutes.
In the same place,                                                           ­                                                                 ­         At the wrong time.
Watching the same sunset,                                                          ­                                                              Fro­m opposite sides of the neighborhood.
You were painting,                                                        ­                                                                 ­              While I was writing.
You were living while I was trying,                                                          ­                                                To not fall in love with another boy who’d never notice me.
Wishing we had met just a little later                                                            ­                                                When I became the women I wanted to be,                                                              ­                                 When I grew into the girl who would have fit you perfectly.
I was always playing the game.
Waiting for you.
When I’d arrive late,                                                            ­                                                                 ­  You’d show up even later.  
When I’d sit in the room, much to soon,                                                            ­                                        Hoping that you’d come early.                                                           ­                                                     I would learn that you had left hours ago.
We are parallels,                                                       ­                                                                 ­           Moving in the same direction                                                        ­                                                   But a two completely different rates.            
We were always missing each other.
By a minute.                                                          ­                                                                 ­               By a month.                                                           ­                                                                 ­                By a life time.
Caela Bay
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Caela Bay
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   Riz Mack
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