Reality

By Mikaila Ishaaya
Reality

“He is for me,
and I am his.
But he gazes at the wild,
a p a r t from me.”

He is mine,

and I for him.
But he sits on a plane,
a w a y from me.

He is for me,
and I am his.
But he gazes at the wild,
a p a r t from me.

I am for him,
and he is mine.
But he fumbles for the buttons,
s e p a r a t e d from me.

I am his,
and he is for me.
But he doesn’t completely know it,
doesn’t entirely feel it-
a w a y from me.

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