Not quite here,
Never quite there...
In the land of in-betweens
Reminisces of what could have been
Ruminations of what could be
Always a flight from what is
A sudden twitch and a sullen smile
Nostalgia leaks through the cracks
Sense? There is none.
Where do we land when we want to fly?
Do we land at all?
Maybe it's eternal trajectory, into an empty space.
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