this is not coincidence

when I first met you we were both monsters
lost in our own words, searching
for always, for hope
-- then we found it, arcing light through our shared sky
like a supernova ablaze or a moment set on fire

you fade into my life
or I fade into yours --
maybe neither, maybe both,
maybe everpresent bilocation, just under the surface
deep somewhere the summer flowers bloom in winter

I am yours, you mine
there in my blood;
it's just the way of it.
inseparable in the face of doubt, luck, and sorrow
steel forged impervious to the heartless decay of time

eternity beckons:
these horizons are infinite.

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