Yes, perhaps that was you
for a brief pause where views met
coincidentally perhaps…
different frames, different strokes
watering soil that roots perspectives
branching out East and West
I’m not the same person I was
committed to forever growth
-your shadow mutates
someone walking besides me
who knows not where to go
yet counting steps…
I walk alone – stubborn and strong
it was the end of all that dawned
where the sun sets
