we stayed up late,
because of the unsolved question,
neither were we solved.
you claimed precision.
i insisted on doubt.
between us,
the idea kept gaining mass.
Nothing personal
just propositions pulling closer,
logic leaning where it shouldn't.
we circled the same theorem
from opposite ends,
each certain the center would yield.
gravity does not announce itself.
it accumulates.
rivalry held us upright
longer than honesty would have.
we called it discipline.
we called it rigour.
but even restraint has limits
when minds bend.
Two thinkers,
equal mass,
too close for neutrality.
Gravity did the rest.
YOU ARE READING
Halcyon
PoetryFragments of a heart, stitched together in verses. An assemblage of my poems. (Part-II) Winner of Wattpad's Shortys2025 Highest Rankings: #4 in poem #127 in poetry
