My comfort zone
My forgotten world
The melody to my rhythm
The tune stuck in my head
My frustrating puzzle
Long ago thought to be solved
But some pieces are missing
We look at one another through them
As though it were a wormhole
Gradually we realize it is not
There were just two puzzles in the same box
So as we drift apart
We gradually turn away
But I can still see you
Space and time
Were never our strong point, anyway
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