two long lost friends

Our stories, the same.
We were two pages bound in a novel.
When separated by thousands,
it’s easy to get lost in the “betweens”.
And me?
I would tear myself apart just to be closer.
I would move the earth if it weren’t for the sea.
So you went this way and I went that.
You took the high-road and well, I took the…
We’ve wandered a long while my friend
and it’s been even longer since we’ve seen home.
Yet as we run, march, crawl and claw at the soil to get further,
the author has penned our return.
It will be the end of our story.
And I’ll meet you there,
that place where the words end.

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