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You are not part of my life –
and I am not part of yours –


It is how it is –
how it should be –


the present of a past, flowing apart, fingers touching,
only just –


Somewhere, we passed under
the bridge of eternity and emerged alive, earth –


And now, you are part of me –
and I am part of you –


…and time flows on, unhurried…
there are seasons beyond Earth –