Don’t look away.
Now that the day is ending,
We don’t have much time
In the continuum of time
Before distance between us
Grows, and we recede again
Into the masks of strangers, hoping
To meet later, perhaps, on a street
Corner somewhere in paradise
Or in purgatory on our way down.
Don’t look away
As the shadows of our veins
Embroider the sky with a story.
Your story. My story.
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