Us

We are like unfinished poems

plucked out of a spine

unheard

and distant,

destined to be forgotten.

I couldn't have asked

you to stay.

We are unsynchronized

clocks echoing in an empty room

waiting to be heard

or rather waiting

to beat the same rhythm.

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