Joy and I,
Are like parallel lines;
We see each other
Across the chasm
Of this divide.

I dreamed of the time
When I’d make it mine,
As if it was
A trophy to be won,
Or something
To own.

But, with the passage
Of months and years,
I’ve come to know,
That joy is a keep sake,
And a safe place –
To catch a breath,
To break the flow
Of bitter tears;
A pursuit
That you choose,
To keep you sane.

And though it may
Forever be,
My parallel,
I ponder,
On the ways
To build a bridge,
To bring us together
Every now and then.

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