Echo
In the faultline of us,
I understood.
We were not soul-similar.
We were trauma-alike.
The gravity between us
was not destiny.
It was memory.
A wound answering a wound.
And I,
believing I was learning how to love,
was only learning
how I once learned
to survive.
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