When our bodies were divided
It was discovered
that we were full of emptiness
That there were great gaps inside us
Each of us a vacant night sky
Pinned with particle stars
The only reason I feel
Your skin under my fingertips
Is because every atom of my being
Yearns to push you away
Some suggest that
Under certain impossible circumstances
We might become unphased
And slip into each other
Our bodies converging
Into some inextricable complication
Perhaps in some other parallel place
Some ghost of a dream
The strings tied around our fingers
Would have wound a different way
And my hand would have found
The empty spaces in yours
Maybe this is how things happened
To someone much like me
And a person I could mistake for you
But as things are
We just brush against each other
Feel the flaring insistent sparks of a current
That composes the very things that we are
And walk away
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