I often ruminate on
Our little synchronicities.

The clockwork of your hand
Interlocking fluidly with mine.
How your head nests
Within my collarbone.
My spine mimicking
The contours of yours.

Like two rails of a train track,
Paralleled and aiming back
To a land we swore
We knew before.

Where grass caught the zephyr, swaying
While spring equinox watched in envy.
So unfair—for it could merely picture, not feel
The same warmth of a pairing day.

Half a year away—

© Joseph Chin
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