I watched the path of raindrops

running down the window

I willed them on

until they met together

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I saw a seed pod

spring green and softly budding

heart shaped, joined together,

cloven in two halves

they stretched and burst apart

and then produced one flower

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We don’t know ourselves.

We need the eyes of others.

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What makes us separate?

How do we know ourselves

as one form from another?

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I have never changed

to satisfy our union

and yet I knew myself

only when I found you

magnetic gravitation bought me to your side

such bonds are never broken

and yet I feel this greater urge

to be consumed and ever closer

to return from this place to another

and know the path we took