Once upon a time
I was fairly certain we would never be apart.
Like fresh-picked peas in a pod
the metaphorical chalk and cheese
hair gel and teenage boys
the stake in a vampire’s heart
marmite on toast
dirt encrusted in a bicycle chain
the rule and its exception
it has been an age since I breathed you in
– even accidentally.
Electrons in an atom are part of the same system; separated
only by a fizzing eternity they might not even know is there.
At our fingertips is every form of connection
but we cannot make the link.