Kindred spirit.
I feel like he and I are working against the clock
making up for lost time.
30 years later, nothing spoken prior.
We talk:
have more in common, shared experiences,
came to the same conclusions,
dark experiences laced with darker humor,
shared ideas on what it is to be reality (?)
understand that we are conduits,
knowing sound frequencies are conjoined
with life married to death and beyond.
Said all this to her,
She answered,
“Is Time Ever Really Lost?”
I cannot begin to describe the confusion ensuing,
Blurry haze.
Then. What. Was. That?

(dedicated to matt m. and mia)