Just A Game

She could have been my soulmate.

We could have sketched together

or walked until our feet were sore

and kept walking because walking

makes me more relaxed

and surprisingly more honest.

She could have been a friend

who knew to text rather than call

and knew that sometimes I need

to be dragged out of my comfort zone

and sometimes I need my solitude.

She could have been a sister

who swapped stories and clothes with me

and held my hand when I was scared.

She could have been a stranger

but she kept looking over at me

and I looked back when she looked away.

It was our game.

She left me with two men talking

in another language.

If I were her, I wouldn’t have looked back either.

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