Scarcely Yours
And maybe,
After we perish,
We will finally collide
Not bound by destiny,
But rather by the specks of dirt we're buried beneath.
They say,
Togetherness is contagious,
But Infirmity never claimed me
For our flesh had remained strangers to one another.
We never shaped the lives we dreamt of.
We forgot to be while becoming.
Yet,
In the core of the earth,
somehow, we find each other,
Tangled in the asthenosphere.
it's the only thing we share;
Death, dirt, and desire.
We were never each other's in life,
Yet the earth made us one in death.
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