Synchronicity

You resolved me to synchronicity

A series of irrelevant events

Filtered through a spirit of winter

The treacherous black frost, love

Betraying our hearts; beats

Skipping slightly out of rhythm

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If fate had a hand I do not

Remember her being gracious

Your attention was hard to come by

You loved me after what seemed

A long deliberation and always

Very cautiously, cautious still

But more than willing

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We are an awkward pair

Two left feet dancing in

Perpetual collision, inescapable

You are steeped in my shadow

I love you lurking behind me

A porous presence, soaking

Up my words, absorbing

My footsteps by broadening

The margins with your own

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We are weary but set on

A similar course, intimate

And mostly unspoken our

Understanding, feelings

Expressed haphazardly

Too pervasive to quantify

With simple phrases

Your eyes say everything

I wonder if mine also convey

The depth of my sentiment

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Mind Game

He missed the insinuation

The words I scattered

Like bread crumbs

For him to follow

He dusted off

My inflections

The climatic rise

Of my propositions

With an easy smile

And a careless

Obedience to

My lingering

Presence

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Did he pause

Weighing the

Potentialities

Of my responses?

Was it a conscious

Decision to ignore

This hand held heart

Passed over or a

Simple myopic oversight

Too far-fetched

For him to gauge

The dimensionality

And proximity

Of these belabored

Affections

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I could forgive

Him ignorance

Not disregard

But if I press

Him further

I’ll look desperate

Another guy perhaps

Would clarify

The situation

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(I am making fun of women who play these complicated games that no one understands and how they are always trying to decipher every word and gesture as if a secret code. I especially don’t understand the make him jealous approach it just blows my mind. Thank God I am not dating because I am much too dense for dating)