I get tired

I get tired

And I cry

Because god saw us from up above,

pulled and yanked at us like magnets,

introduced us to each other like old friends

then cut us from each other with the sharpest knife he knew.

Why did he do that?

Even though I’ve moved on…

I might not let the tears leave my eyes

but they’re there.

Sitting at the back of the theatre,

Enjoying the scene

But not wanting to come to the forefront to be seen.