ENCYCLOPEDIA UTOPIA

. . .

Between night and day we think in turn, our unspoken words take shape:

You are as no one I have met before.

You look into my eyes, as I do yours.

I sense your curiosity, your love.

You have no knowledge of my journey, my family, my friends, or those I live my days with.

No sense of how I came to be, nor who I have become.

We wait a moment more before we carry on.

We may never meet again, but I will remember you.

I will come to thank you, one day after another.

As will I.