intersecting moments

i am who i am; you are who you are.

sometimes our lives intersect; the lines of our lives meet and cross.

we see each other in such moments, a recognition of the kindred occurs, perhaps only subconsciously.

maybe our moment will be just that, perhaps it will be a lifetime. either way, our intersection makes all else drop away and i see you. i believe you see me. yet the moment of sight is dispelled so quickly, it is easy to believe it is an enigma or even a dream.

hold that moment. the one where you saw me free of all else. where you recognized the sameness in our humanity. help that glimmer and spark to grow in your mind, unchanged.

i too, will hold it. i will always remember you.


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