To the Guy from the East

I don’t think of you much anymore,
You, the stranger I know as well as myself.
But still
Once with you
It was like they say the first shot feels like
That catapults you to a still, warm place.

A point in time
Hardly longer than a breath
I was fully home
And I heard my name on your lips
And saw myself in your eyes
And we shared a single mind.

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