Bedside Dreams

I know it’s beyond all control
though it was never my intention –

even now the threads of time spill between us
loose enough to remember,
loose enough to see, I cry
reaching out for my past self
and the you I will meet tomorrow
we chase each other in opposite directions,
flying from horizon to horizon unseen
our whole lives compressed to single moments, these
fleeting glimpses of your eyes –

and it was never my intention to have to watch you die.

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