I found you both sitting together

half-way home and

far away from me.

Yesterday I loved everything about you

and your stories.

How beautiful those days must have felt.

Free from everything

even each other.

But, as you know

you will die,

young, in the sanctity of disassociation,

unlike me, who will continue down my Road clearly marked

with many people like myself;

yet far lonelier than you.

Tomorrow I will see myself

through the eyes of those like you.

Not corrupted, but

individually sovereign

and confident

in your own inadequacies.

But, I will not know you

like I thought I would.

With unknown miles between us

and much more keeping it that way,

we will remain strangers.

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