-You weave into me, in the moments our breath meets,
in the moments we share our failing skin, the same
which becomes dust as we become dust together,
in the moments we sit and age, as the world continues
its spinning on the axis of our becoming more each other.
We become more of everyone as we wipe off the dust and breath in
the bits we do not see, inhaling the bits of you, the bits of me,
the bits of everyone we’ve shared moments with; and we breath in
everyone and ourselves, as our breath becomes diminished,
and we breath in less, as we become more each other.
And time does not ease its passing because we are becoming
more each other, and more ourselves, and less separate;
if it did, we would find the ways to simply blend into a single self
and not those with whom we share our moments along the way.
So we must become dust, and age, and be diminished,
that we may come together.