TWIN FLAMES (21/30)

Maybe twin flames is a fitting name for us. After all,

nearly every poem I’ve written about us has gone up

in flames. Just like that bridge. I called you home out

of instinct, and now I’m learning that maybe the

Universe really had it out for us.

Set us up for collision. Dropped us in Fate’s hands

and said, yeah, this one should be fun. Put Distance

as the Unconquerable factor. Even lined up the stars

just right.

Read us a horoscope that screamed PERFECT MATCH,

didn’t bother with the small print at the bottom:

JUST SHORT OF A SOULMATE.

The Universe dropped us in Fate’s hands.

Said, we’re bored of star-crossed lovers.

Give us something we can root for.