We got here fast, you and I, wherever this happens to be. Accidents happen but this one makes me happy. We share something real or imagined, a past in common, a future in question, a moment in the now.
Can I walk by your side for a while? Can I drink my fill of you and be refreshed? I have nothing to offer in return. I am poor you see. And you do see. I wander my own path, lost, hungry, propelled by a declining spirit.
I don’t know what I’ve found in your smile, your words, your care. I’m just glad I found it.
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