As I helped you to your plot
I couldn’t help but wonder
why you let me fly
and crash
in the span of one lifetime.
A slow crime.
We met under the plainest of circumstances:
you happened to walk past me on the street,
and when our eyes synced up,
I knew you were my new obsession.
Platonic love is a full-time profession.
The other bearers,
they love you,
but they never connected with you
on a spiritual level,
which is fine.
It guaranteed me more time with you.
Now that you're gone,
what am I to do?
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