She Needs Space

 

🛸 She Needs Space 

By: Glenn "Intot" Dino

I met a girl not from this place,
She blinked twice — then flew to space.
Her heart beat in a cosmic rhyme,
Her touch bent gravity… every time.

She talked of stars, of moons, of flight,
While I was late just every night.
She said, “You’re sweet, but understand,
I need some space — not holding hands.”

So I stood there, shoes on dirt,
Pretending that it didn’t hurt.
She climbed aboard her silver car,
And waved goodbye from near a star.

Now here I am, a grounded fool,
Checking skies like it’s a rule.
If loving her means not to chase,
Then I’ll let go… and give her space.

Maybe one day she’ll beam back down,
Wearing starlight like a crown.
And if she does, I’ll simply grin —
Love’s not lost… it’s just orbiting. 💫