Me. You. Oman.

Our paths crossed at work today. This the noon course meeting? Nope. Right time, wrong room. ok. thanks. bye. Your words like three cold electrons.
 
Last year, we spent our spring break swimming together in the green pools of Wadi Shaab. I coaxed you into its submerged cave. We held hands and jumped from a waterfall
 
After that trip, our nucleus decayed, ejecting us from our orbit. Now, when we see each other, we are like scientists. Aloof. Unfeeling.
 
I found a strand of your hair on a pillow the other day. I studied it, tried to decode its meaning….
Wadi Shaab

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