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From the moment I met you,
as little babes,
so small with wide eyes turned on the world
and wands not yet turned on each other;
but we knew,
both of us I’m sure,
that our worlds had collided.
The differences tore at us,
sent us spiralling in opposite orbit.
We were two separate worlds,
drastically different,
dramatically,
yet we gravitated to each other,
over and over.
Tell me our fate
was not determined by other
four letter words.
Wide eyes captivated,
captured.
Were we really so naive to think
hate wasn’t spelt with an l?
There’s a care to the words,
a heart in the actions
that betray our intentions.
Fear creeps in,
the fear of true loss,
that isn’t strictly assigned to
the hate fuelled by enemies.
When did it change?
This relationship of ours?
When did the h fall down, slump into an l?
When did the a curl into an o?
When did the collapse completely?
When did we rebuild the v?
When did the meaning of us change its tune?
Did it ever?
Were we always singing the song -
the one we only now realise we are.
From the moment I met you
did you know
this was where we’d end up?