Seven seconds.
It happened as he grazed back and forth throughout the room.
Eyes connected-
she was deafened,
by a catastrophic sonic boom.
This meekness of the soul;
she instantly liked his style.
And almost as if he could read her thoughts,
he flashed the most prettiest smile.
Seven minutes.
Tapping on the ice until it completely shattered and broke,
they spoke
and spoke.
As if they had
known each other
in a lifetime before.
As the night ended,
contacts were exchanged,
so this new territory they could further explore.
Seven days.
Good morning check ins,
hours were spent on the phone.
She liked everything about him
that he was making known.
That is,
until the calls were being
unanswered;
he was growing
distant.
She noticed through his inactions
he was becoming
comfortable with being
consistently inconsistent.
Seven years.
Diana Prince turned Wonder Woman,
she had to become her own hero.
Fickle prospects reminding her how quickly attraction can go from seven to zero.
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