An Ode to the Ones We Become

I am not the same soul
Whom you sought last
I don’t expect you to
Beat the same heart

I hope the weather was
Much kinder for you
Alas! If only I knew 
How to skip a storms few

I wish your battles carved
A stronger version of you
Alas! I could say that
My bruises aren’t new

Speak to me of your sorrows
And I will show you my scars
Let us drown in our memories
Under the same old stars

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