Frequently,
you flit across my mind.
Embers float down from the sky,
to mingle with tears before the blood splattered earth.
Another time, another place,
another lifetime
perhaps
we'll meet.
Perhaps the gap will not be too great,
that we are friends.
So many perhapses
so little time.
But action is not an option.
I can only watch
as you pass
me by.
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