We were born as a rubber band
And for a while, the universe kept us together.
But as time moved, the rubberband began to get pulled.
Each pull, stretching the rubberband evermore.
So in opposite directions we went until the rubberband reached its end.
And it snapped us back together for one last dance.
But it was too late, for the band had aged and when it snapped us back, it broke,
Flinging us among the stars
He flipped a coin, wondering where it’d land.
Heads or tails he pondered, mulling the coin in his hand.
Would he flip again should the coin land wrong?
He had done this dance before, he had sung this song.
The coin glinted in the fading sun.
One last flip, before the day was done…
He took a sip and it tasted sweet,
She took a breath and felt the heat.
Like lovers they danced and steam began to form.
Miles apart, a desire was born.
A dream, a sigh, a chance to deny.
And yet neither did, the trance had its hold.
It’s been interesting to write love poetry to say the least. I’ve played with Dark themes and more excitable themes. This poem is a personal favorite as I’ve leaned into the more figurative and image driven. I’m a fan of imperfect rhymes and free verse. Coupling lines together is enjoyable, but there is just something about the mismatch at the end that really speaks volumes. It creates an emphasis on the last line, adding a sense of finality to what is a fast moving poem.
If I had stayed, where would I be?
Would my life have been an Ocean, my joy from the sea?
Or would flowered meadows have grown dark?
Devoid of life, lost of spark?
If I had stayed, would you have cared?
Or would I have been left, forgotten, to the creeping night?
Entombed, exhausted, succumbed to your inescapable blight.
To the Moon 
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