Gone
Who are those kids in that picture?
Do you remember them?
They are us
from four very different places
united in one,
and scattered again
into many.
We collided for one small moment,
meshing the sounds of our laughter,
the thoughts in our head.
Touching
tender flesh to tender flesh
we knew no past; we dreamt no futures.
For a moment,
we were one.
Did it hurt when we split apart?
I don’t remember, but I think
it was inconsequential –
a natural movement of time.
I think it happened like an exhalation.
Where did you go?
What happened to me?
Where are the others?
Calloused flesh
now separated by thousands
of unnoticed exhalations,
broken pasts,
longing for touch.
Those kids are gone.
Do you remember them?
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