When I finally noticed you were me
One morning in the middle of our lives
It was too late or too early to go back
We started to lose track of us
As separate or lost or gone
And tenderly and harshly over time
We lost our bearings
I know it seems strange
Becoming a part of everything
Like melting at the edges
But this time consciously fearlessly
So grateful to have come back
To being simple trees and grass
You a mountain me a lake
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