Real lovers.
Fictitious romances.
Our affairs weren't cliché kisses and coitus,
But simple suggestions of where we should eat
Or which side of me you'll sit on in the theater.
Our dates consist of what was never said.
Our fights formed from imagined issues.
Even though I can't help but remember
What you didn't whisper in my ear
That night from the 7th story balcony,
We have grown far apart.
But somehow, we are closer than we are in my mind.
I'm sorry, my acquaintance, what were you saying?
I was a little sidetracked...
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