Tr-us-ses
September? - 9-17|2017
Somewhere in the sky
 Couldn't believe the path you've taken lately. Strayed away, a way of envy. Watched from afar just in case you missed me [4] as you stood upon grounds seldom treated.
We'd meet again at different points. Stronger and taller without retorts. Short of purports and protracted courts [8] to reach out to form forms qualms thought greater in sorts.
In honesty, I was less than straight and narrow. Bad blood was what was after replaced at marrow. Pharaohs fell after soothsayers became sterile to avert what's herald. [12] I blamed my shape for the silence I gave once I foresaw your peril.
But somehow, we're on plane to remain as equals lateral. [14] I'm glad our paths rehashed in a simpler task foreshadowed in math and sabbatical.
[Old friends reconnecting through straightened paths and what was prophesied in nature all along. Your path and their path creates separation but never out of reach. Encapsulating where both have been is harder than what connects you two currently, but it's in this triangulation that you both exist perfect in form. Together as two singulars. Together abridged.]
