her name is April
i met her today
she's 62
i'm half her age
i shared
she shared
she's beautiful
she reminded me
i'm not alone
we're not alone
she fights like me
we fight together
she said some things--things that sound completely crazy
but i completely agreed
how can this happen?
how can these outlandish notions be so real for both of us?
we're separated by oceans
time
generations
colors and trees and culture and
the sun, it has blazed
over lifetimes
but our spirits touched
and we could both rely upon Knowing
we know that we'll meet
and laugh in giddiness
we'll hold hands
i'll kiss her cheek
we'll sing as we run
never out of breath
we'll race through the City
together
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