...Then we met.
Who could've foreseen
Such subtle symmetry?
Abreast we ran life's
Steeplechase, each the
Other from pitfalls kept...
Yet Time 'twas the gauntlet
We could not outrun.
Safety tossed, caring lost,
Solo goals for belly-crawls
In the place of saving
Each the other from all falls
Now years and distance
Separate, our races we run isolate.
Same old dangers we still face
Each in our lonely chosen place.
Perhaps less friction in our days
But what a price that we have paid.
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