- Seth Van Camp
Poetry Mill #2
Updated: Feb 6, 2020

I will admit, it has been some time since my first Poetry Mill entry. What can I say? I'm a sensitive dude whose lazy. Poetry is an art form for most. For myself, its primarily self-care in the form of catharsis, maybe resulting in art? Who knows. Anyways, I liked this piece I wrote a few months ago, so I figured I would share it.
Two North Poles
We walk down adjacent paths
Out of reach to touch
But within range to speak
It wasn’t always like this
What preceded this version of ourselves
Was two paths which seemed destined to run together in parallel
But the unpredictability of what is in front of you can create an illusion
So here we are now
Growing weary of speaking
Growing weary of each other
Your words becoming distant hums
Paths continually diverging
more
and more
and more
But there will always exist this pull
That brings us back together in some way