We met between two grains of sand
pressed by the hourglass
into a thick block of yesterday,
but there was enough space for us,
even when today was forced into tomorrow
and hours were squeezed into minutes.
(Thank goodness for you
and your inability
to stand still.)
I am no longer afraid of this crushing
sense of loneliness
that overwhelms even the most independent traveler,
because you touched my eyelashes
and let me see that there is time enough
for anything.
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