so now she is an arm’s reach away
from him,
and a tilt of neck
from his glimpse

(a fictitious stare left a haunting
imprint on a subconscious))

but are they not same-charged particles?
in this wearisome field of energy?
almost grazing, but not quite
like an asymptote
never a palm to palm
never a meeting of glances

as the laws of physics dictate,
and as they follow accordingly,
they repel, and so
they are doomed
only to each other’s peripheries