While we walked in similar ways,
we did still walk apart.
While we, or so we thought, converged,
we didn't cease to be.
While we lay together daily,
we caressed at a remove.
This is how we have existed,
always in drawing near
something began to sing and, singing,
to disappear.
Translation: Willem Groenewegen
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