Maybe a sun, maybe a son, maybe a sign
Yet
When you cease
Are you all that?
Does the memory or a memoir, replace one
I doubt
We carry none, for we carried none
Everything was like a flash
And everything bore itself
Yet we attach meanings, where such doesn't seem
Only for we are humans
Only made of stardust
You or I, us or them
Just randomly placed objects
In each other's paths
By a universe that hums
Maybe laughs in tune, and we deem it a song
I see nothing, I am nothing
Yet, you or I, we are here
And so at this juncture
When we part, remember
I am you, or you are I
Rotating and counter
Always away, and always near
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