Very rarely does it strike twice
not often do people like us
fall this hard
to find a forgiving surface
not too hard or soft
not too hot nor too cool
our great divide
a constant changing of guards
never enough
always too much
cyclically cycling
swimming only to drown
you breathe water
I air
but someday
you will wake up and remember
what it felt like
to smile in the sun
with someone
like me.
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