I think we were buried,
Tied up and yearning before we spoke.
A cosmic connection strung out
Over thousands of years,
Millions of experiences.
Just waiting for the tension to give in
For the spell of gravity to take hold
And pull us back into each other’s arms.
Or maybe it is much less.
Maybe it is just chance,
Change,
The right time.
Maybe it just is.
Aug 22, 2022
Aug 22, 2022 at 2:36 AM UTC
I think we were buried,
Tied up and yearning before we spoke.
A cosmic connection strung out
Over thousands of years,
Millions of experiences.
Just waiting for the tension to give in
For the spell of gravity to take hold
And pull us back into each other’s arms.
Or maybe it is much less.
Maybe it is just chance,
Change,
The right time.
Maybe it just is.
