Alone with our souls.

By twos.
As first graders.
They are coming, searching, they do not even know themselves.
And so irresistibly cute.
Safe hearts, uncertain in the mornings, promising in their eyes.
By twos.
To not lose each other, to have someone to cling to follow.
Same way, me and you.
And once we get to know, we are fallible.
Our best nor the worst.
But always together.

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