Let this verse mark the day we met:
when strangers become less strange
there is both more and less to fret
the length of my words
gently rocking from margin to margin
cradle the extent of us,
us, finite fragile
us, carbon children
peering through the very same barred window
of a building, from two polar sides
arms outstretched struggling to breach
defeated we sink stubborn elbows
deep into windowsills
where we become rooted to grow, out of reach
gazing past time becomes a pastime
and I but a shell for my words to surpass
as they always do
slipping glass right through
a leaf from my branch
"Nice to meet you".
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