There were days, nay, years that passed
Not knowing bacteria from a boson
And decades of learning of the dance
Within of receptors, proteins folding up
Unfolding, snapping and latching
Moving cells, life, blood, eyes, your
Deep grey pools, no different from mine
And yet, in all that's within, as different
As a bacteria to a boson
I obsess these days on meanings
On words said, not meant
On feelings that were once alive
And throbbed under a heart that beat
All of its lifetimes' beats in those seconds
When you held my hand in worship
Of the one force of nature that is alive
In your dance and mine, together
I obsess on the word together
Alone and never apart, together and
So separate, blood mingled once
And yet, leading us on distant forked
Paths of half-alive memories of
Moonlight, star dust, yellow orioles
Hundreds of steps together, now
Together, no longer. Obsessed.
No longer.
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