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Lana Rahal Dec 2018
It has to mean something.
The way our bodies fit together like Pangea.
When we're together the world rejoices,
I feel it in my bones.
A reuinion longed for,
deep in the collective soul of the earth.

We should have known, we'd be
lovers
separated
by outside forces
Drifting apart, slowly but surely.

It has to mean something
When our bodies converge
Mine subducted under yours
And volcanoes erupt.

It has to mean something,
How your lips on mine feel magnetic attraction.
How my fingers intertwine with yours
An electrical circuit, completed.
Our love could put the stars to shame.
Not only light up the night,
but consume and leave it in darkness
-power surge.

It had to mean something.

We diverged.
The space between us in bed, a trench.

The space between the bed where I lied awake waiting for you and the couch where you drank.

The space between the apartment you abandoned and the home you returned to.

Did it mean
Anything?

— The End —