Today i am okay with not meeting you
to watch you trudge slowly towards me
and beam a large smile
you walk so slowly
dragging your feet
like a slave of obligation
I, your lowly master
or so I think
millions of years between us
turned to sand
And broken like rocks
we dragged to build a monument
we never visit
today i am okay with not meeting you
is perhaps
what you tell yourself everyday
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