We meet on the road
But once and I cannot tell you
In the time we have:
'We are one.'
'What's left, what survived, what remains
Of old dreams, old wars, old loves.'
We share atomic lives:
Small, brief, unpredictable orbits,
Curious flurries of motion and smiles.
Who you become after I go,
I can only guess
Except by the photos
Of occasional touring strangers
In which I watch you grow,
While you remember an eye,
A camera, a wave goodbye.
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