Joy (cithra) wrote,


Fellow travelers who have never met, we were
on the same journey, phase-shifted.
A when of my yesterday somehow
your tomorrow, my future
all your past, our feet
on the same path but different.
Almost, you could make me believe
in family. As if blood were
more than dirty water, as if
didn't etch the final sway.
As if alone were more than merely
silence in my head.
Tags: poem

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