Parallel lives
performed in a common sandbox
relating to common activities,
yet played out alone
at two, or three.
Expecting to grow beyond,
I recall so many vignettes
without soundtrack,
parallel lives
shared without connection.
Our wings catch fire
in that downward spiral
arriving here in fear
we'll never fly again.
A desperate place, here,
heaven on earth,
where all desires rise
to greet in a fearful moment.
A small step, remembering
life's path
to a moment's hesitation
and love
that asks only nothing.
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Good, I like it. Especially the beginning. I hope you are doing ok. I havent heard anything from you since your trip to palo alto. you are in my thoughts and prayers.
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