Something is amiss,
Like a minute detail lost in the moment,
Or the heightened sense that a boundary was crossed and broken.
The music is playing,
But neither of us are dancing.
It's as though a decision was made silently and secretly,
And there is now a wall.
We've returned to our own circles,
Separate, cold.
I don't like what this is,
But if it proves true I will watch us drift apart,
Without making a move,
Without a sound.
We'd be strangers,
How truly sad and tragic.
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