Like the pupil of an eye.
Absorbing light,
He moves towards his future,
Outside of mine.
Nothing can claim him,
Except his own mind.
We seek the same end,
Despite the parting of our ways.
He is headed home perhaps,
And I should do the same.
But the presence of his absorbing figure
Causes me to linger
And I wait
For the space within him to move outward
And surround me
Like the grand cathedral this it is.
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