we rock
simultaneously, but not cohesively
gone, but not forgetting
the shape of another.
like prodigal puzzle pieces given up
so worn at the edges
than any other will do
will fit, imperfectly
crashing closer
we slide towards what we accept and reach out with our fingers and toes.
on the balls of our feet
almost touching noses
our knees buckle,
and yet-
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