The Passage of O

 

It was an awakening,
it was O, a beauty, a soul
a simple sliver of light
creating contrast, the
edge of darkness
as it slid to lightness,
as it divided,
a line with point to point
simplicity…I didn’t know
her, but
I knew her
like I know me
or wish I knew me
…I felt immediately
connected and apart
simultaneously
like salt in the ocean
in and of
and then
she was gone
too late my shadow fell
past where she was
I could only watch
only feel the connection
slip and disengage
an awakening lost, a
moment gone.

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