Refraction

After continually drawing closer 
we veered to the inevitable
collision that broke what mirage
we had decided must be love,
that spark of living geometry 
would would betray what it reflected 
once turned. Responding to hot air
resembling a lake pooled 
along the highway.

And at some stage I stopped wanting
to be loved by you. At the exact point
when I stopped loving you.

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