these things...

~

some things heal,

others might break again

at times things are new,

then you feel like you are repeating yourself again;

every single step along the way

with same faces, different times

the places whisper to you familiarity

and there is comfort when

some things fly away

other never really go

they follow like echoes

all at the same time; overwhelmingly

arcing across planes and across divides that form,

between you and me.

you make do and then be on your way

~