Reflected, refracted
we echo each other
across the ripple-
weeping waves of weeks and years
dividing here and there
Am I you, rocking on the river
curled in your place?
The moment of seeing
when I look back in your gaze.
How can I know
what is mine?
The locks of longing
desire’s bindings
the shiny strand
sliding through your fingers
with a hook at its end.
What is the price
of being apart,
rooting myself in the rising sun
while you ride off to
the sunset
carrying me along,
a part of your heart,
bound by unbreakable debt
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