oil and water

sometimes we find a common language
and then the dialect changes

and all that’s left is poetry
still tingling faintly
with all the magic
we could not hold onto

words once dripping with honey
ring empty

i am here
one ear to the ground
unsure as always

wondering at how
worlds merge and disperse
how our words became oil and water

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