Wanna Know How I Knew He Wasn’t The One?

If it wasn’t for

you, I’d think the whole “spark” thing

was a dreadful myth-

//

but your hands were flame

and my body was kindling,

and both our souls burned.

//

So, after, in the

halfhearted “moving on,” when

he spoke, or touched me,

//

I felt only a

lonely wind on a barren

plain; and I missed you.

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