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A Poem by Reece Butler

Have you ever walked past someone and felt how dead the air between you was?

Have you ever walked past someone and felt how dead the air between you was? I run from the sensation of physical complacency, but sometimes it is all I can feel. Have you ever measured distance in dead air? It turns minutes into miles, and balloons the smallest nanosecond into yards upon yards of spoiled memories and stale promises. I knew that trust breaks when you don't allow it to bend, but I did not think it would cloud my irises and hunch my walk. I did not think another's jealousy and malice could turn our paces into years. I am sorry. This was not your fault.