Can we even begin to comprehend how many faces that we have seen? Eyes that we’ve dodged, hands that we have brushed Strolling down our own roads?
How many hearts we’ve passed beating in the same rhythm as our own - Some thumping harder, fists punching its walls trying to break free of their chests Some calmly pumping, others erratic, Out of sync- As we saunter along our own paths.
What about the number of footsteps That our ears have heard? Some overlapping in a symphony Others standing out, pounding the ground. Some drowned out, gliding over the concrete Others in a rush, not staying for too long and skimming the stones On the ground that we pace along.
Or imagine the countless breaths That have touched our skins, The lives that we have passed As our roads diverge and cross.
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