We have strolled together,
for the last few centuries,
never stopping for water, or food
conversation was the only fuel
we would construct conversations
out of the oblivion of fumes of daylight and nighttime
Today as we walk together,
we have run out of conversations,
we only look at each other occasionaly and smile
reassuring each other of our presence
Too scared to break this convenient arrangement
this habit of my two steps to match your one stride
Perhaps, this road is a circle,
with different diameters,
and the only way out
is to change the destination.
Perhaps, we still talk to each other
but only in our minds.
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