The Weight Of Him

the way he looked at me sometimes

made me feel as if 

the entire world sped up around us,

and we were the only two things 

that had somehow found the ability

to keep ourselves still.

and that's how it was between us

we were always in our own little world,

or our own big world.

depending on the day and how we looked at it 

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