[orbits] S e n e c a
our hearts beat off rhythm, like the soft pitter-patter of rainstorms on different sides of town. we sit in your car and let the words coil in our ribs. ready to attack when the time comes. i breathe slow, little pauses to ease my worry and ignite yours. unspoken words ricochet off the windshield, we knew this was coming, it kissed us on the forehead each morning. we orbit the same space but not each other, planets casting themselves into different parts of the very same galaxy. for weeks you moved further and further away 146
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