Un-stellar sentiments
bury themselves like sediments
until you can measure each era like a
layer of a cliff.
Place a ruler to each edge and the moment you broke my heart
wasn’t even charted.
It left no placeholder,
Healer of no sorts.
You argued with me
to potentials buried and
potentials engrossed.
Neither was the right candidate.
My only bright side is your fear has given me a glimpse
that it’s real.
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