I thought we were strangers
As much as we were strangers to
Everyone around
I thought you were just a story untold,
A future ideal
My little self dreamt of you
Pretended you were a hero
She saw you under the bed
In the backyard
In the furled faces
Of a million flowers
I knew you were of this universe
Well-known
But wasn't convinced
We'd ever meet in the flesh
But we've met many times
You and I
In the corner of my shoe closet
Running down that street, bruised,
We met in a cafe on Rue de Seine
On the 4-hour bus rides at 3am
We sat together, content,
On the floor of old libraries
Inhaling stories and scents
Of cedarwood and vanillan
I saw you dancing
When I was dancing
Awkward nerds
You took my hand, pulling.
I've seen your kind, fractalled face
A thousand times
And your voice saved my life
In awe at the depth of your knowing,
I'm grateful we're still alive.

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