lmgiannone
It wasn’t immediately apparent,
not a cosmic crash,
or a supernova,
our collision of hearts
it was more of a slow,
steady,
rhythmic
pace
it was the gradual summation
of a bunch of little things
amassing,
drawing me in
like a magnetic lure
pulling me
closer and closer towards him
until it was too late
to turn back
Little Things – lmgiannone.com
Beautiful and a poem that could be read many ways and for different meanings.
Good to see you posting. A great combination of words here. Nicely done.