Nothing I Could Ever Write

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Ill give you a fact
just a little one

the shape of a heart
the one you draw on notebooks

it is the shape of two human hearts
sewn together

Mended as one
Largely improbable human

He is largely improbable
In the way he hides himself

And in the way he makes miles
Feel like inches from touching

I am largely improbable
In the way I see

The way I hope
For the smell of the rain
And the hope in the morning

We are two largely improbable
creatures roaming aimlessly

Searching hoplessly
for a relief that comes only with touch

So maybe that's why
When we run from each other

We come back in moments
Seconds really

We know that its only inches
Its this hopeless need

Its only us
And we are improbable

Maybe that's why
When I draw hearts on desks

His initials end up in them
Right in the center

Because we are two
Largely improbable hearts

Melded together as one
Searching for relief