LOST
In a remote corner of yourself
between my dreams and yours,
you existed.
Wildness a prison you spun
from silken bonds.
When I found you,
grief washed clean a single thread
unteethered to suture
what your cocoon
could not heal in me.
XXX
From ‘Lost’ came Rus (@rusvw13) VanWestervelt’s ‘Found’…
Pursuing Parallels 
Oh, I like this. Very much.
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