To D.C

For every opportunity

we Seize

to meet Again

there is an added line

another Rivulet of Time

along the mouth or eye

and of course the Expanding gray

thinning the dark depth

of your hair

Yet beyond the references

of Time, you are forever youthful

lithe and light footed

as years pass you Hover,

unseen, above ground

rising just a tad

with every meeting

As I watch you

I see Myself

the rivulets, the Time

the Thinning Darkness

only I, I tread this earth heavily

with each year my imprint

becomes more defined

further encrusted with Dirt

as if I were to become

more of this Matter

as you become

more of this Ether

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