poem i

And then we saw ourselves

Not like the young

But as passerbys

In the fabric of time

Do you see where you’re headed?

The thread weaves in and out

Pull me with you

The fabric stays light, yet strong

I hope you keep it

Keep it with you, my Beloved

For you and I are unbroken.

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