Missed Opportunities

I want to write, but what?
All words lead me back to you
and your laughing eyes.

Did you do that on purpose,
knowing how it would torture
my already tormented soul?

You were never good at subtle
and I was never good at hints.
You wonder and I sigh.

We’re two comets destined
to never cross paths,
burning out on missed opportunities.

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