“Synchronicity”
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Synchronicity is the experience of two or more events that are apparently casually unrelated occurring together in a meaningful manner.

Absence of a physical presence that may not exist,
Absence of the possibility that my forehead you might kiss.

With thy lips, that spoke words to me that you never knew.
Before you I was aware of the birds but unaware that they flew.

Presence of your soul when I know you’re nowhere near.
Presence of your eyes in those of strangers, except the one in the mirror.

I hear her, her eyes reflect a loss of what almost was…
Her delusional memory, the prelude to a dream- the prologue to us.

Since meeting you my heart developed a new rhythm,
A synchronicity that I cannot find, 7,000 miles away I’ve lost my mind.
In a city I have never been but am willing to search until I find you again,
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It’s raining in my heart even if you left your umbrella,
The thunder in my soul shakes the walls of my cerebellum.

Convincing myself of insanity for being sure that you’re the one,
Lies told to ourselves tend to be those that are fun.

Searching for your eyes in the eyes of strangers, except the one in the mirror,
She came when you appeared, I disappeared, I fear her.

Absence of a presence that created a life within,
Absence of my love, absence of a friend.

A synchronicity I cannot find, miles away in a city I’ve never been,
Living for the moments, the dreams, and to see you again.

Presence of your soul when I know you’re nowhere near.
Presence of your eyes in those of strangers, except the one in the mirror.