Hear You Me.

We live and stand on an edge.

One push, one misstep and comes the ground.

How frail, faltering and fleeting we can be.

How frail, faltering and fleeting we are.

Our lives intertwine.

No words, no conversations 

But these lives remain entangled

You are me.

I am you.

The lines are blurred.

I am you.

You are me.

No words nor conversations

Entangled, and in knots.

Unaware till that line cuts loose

You are in me.

Without, I am lacking.

We leave marks

We leave memories

No words or conversations

Just memories

Silent smiles

Slight reassurances

You were part of me.

I was part of you.

That light you shed moves on

But it never leaves

Never.

Never.

Never.

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Condolences. 

I never knew you, but my heart goes out to you and your friends. Unjustified as it seems, Assumptionists are sisters.