you came as snapshots
in my thoughts, as
hearts often hope
to meet years ago
in connections, in lives not their own
but we, the Us that is now
met in connections of
hearts in hope,
for revealing
the connections in lives not our own,
the unutterableness of connection....
...living lives not our own
I hear my words thru your ears,
I listen closely and your blood pumps my veins.
My fingertips give you oxygen, and
I synthesized unknown particles,
Years ago beamed about by
A small girl to another heart,
A life not her own.