Connected like
Dust particles to the surface of a
Coffee table -
easily disturbed.
We are tiny fragments
We are friends
Acquaintances
We perform acts of solicitude
Absolution and sometimes
Persecution
None of which is enough to quench the
Thirst for more - the desire for closeness;
A Kindred.
Someone to call my own
My confidant and confider
Commiseration becomes
Obligation -
Obligatory consolation
Until it becomes inconvenient and
Somebody settles
The thirst turns to
Dust in my throat and
I choke
Lightly and loudly
Lives connect
Intersect
Blown by a breeze or
Gently waxed over
Tossed with the towel in the trash
In the end you must
Separate your lives from one another.
Be honest with yourselves and each other
Never overestimate the pull of Life itself
Recognize that one of you is hair
The other skin
And both will be swept away in the end
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