These words
may already have been written.
perhaps, in another language
or,
in a different age,
how would I not know,
bounded by
the speed of light
I can only see
my part of the (uni)verse.
And you, fellow traveler,
just stumbled upon them,
looking up
towards a corner
of the purple sky,
being at the right place
at the right time,
in search of some grace.
For a moment
we lived
at the intersection
of our shared griefs,
and then,
parted,
our own ways.
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