What if it's me?
What if it's you?
What if it's us?
What if it's time?
What if it isn't?
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The shot across the bow,
A dose of reality,
A hint of honesty.
The scent of fear,
A whiff of desperation,
An air of elusiveness.
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This time it was you, last time was it me? Next time, is it us? What if it isn't any of that, but just an alternate reality? One without an us, one where our paths didn't cross, where that contact wasn't made. What if it was better this way, with this chasm of silence, with the leap apart?
It might platonic, but it's still adrift amid an angry sea. Is this what we need, is this what is best? Or is the inevitable crash onto shore one that involves separate islands?
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