The Converging Lens

Your loneliness
needs no shape,
for it was always there
by your side,
your faithful companion.

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So we ran into each other
through this tangle of
bits and bytes
almost the same as before
but not quite.

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I sometimes forget
when does my life
dip out of yours
and
when does it sway
back in.

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The musky scent of
life after death
is taunting
me.

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I look through the
converging lens
of time, fate
and
wistful friendships.

Do you?