Strands
crossing the globe
the universe
crossing differences and struggles
hatred and pain
loneliness and fear and ...
Always there
because you and me
we shared something
I miss you
in space - Somewhere -
all my friends
seeds in the wind
flying in random patterns
dropping into fertile soil
taking root in separate worlds
Till random memory, sparked
by that same wind that carried us away
brings us together for a second
Yet knowing this I wonder
do i trust the threads?
not to break
loose ends drifting
It is not the threads that need my trust
But myself
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cut them
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