The brittle space on the ruler
Which separates mm to the cm
Is how the separation begun,
It transitioned from awkwardness to
A fast paced run for the metre,
Long jumping became competition,
I became a spectator as I no longer was in control of the situation,
I tried multiple times to catch it by it’s strings,
Try to tie up the ends so they wouldn’t snag,
But you just kept running,
Did not expect a seed would grow into a stem which I battered down to make sure our roots still grew,
But here I am,
In pain as our distance grows,
I think of you a lot,,
How you said maybe our flames were in twin state,
I questioned it confused at such a statement,
But the longer I think of it,
How our distance grows,
The fire inside me grows in pain
The flames slowly start to ignite,
As if a wild fire was beginning to grow out of control,
I feel for what I have lost,
I cannot apologise for loving,
I cannot apologise for loving you either,
My love and lover..