What's a spark
but a reaction within the dark
and what's a flame
without the darkness to claim
The Absence of it all
a faint cosmic reaction
to an empty space
and a little bit of hope
and so that's what I feel
everytime I hear your name
or see your face
and think back to the memories
of the old days.
That's all that's left now
memories in our head
feelings to reach out
with no words ever really said.
Missed connections
that's all they were
sparks flying like the fourth of July
a hot fire in the frost of December.
It's a tale as old as time
with no reason, no rhyme
just the subtle feeling of electricity
in a cosmos
where two worlds merged
and then
once the story's been told
the words of our worlds combined
is set to flame
just the matter of conservation
seperated like atoms
resonating
in existential figments
invisible to this earth
no soulmate nor twin flames
just random clouds of dust
spelling out our names.
Missed Connections
the ironic fate.