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Crossing Paths
a poem
When you cross paths with someone,
they stick with you-
Sometimes longer,
Sometimes just for a moment.
But they color your life,
painting it,
for better or for worse.
It’s like we are on these tracks, these endless paths,
Until, suddenly, you bump into someone,
and a new world opens,
a new shade of life.
Then you part ways,
but that feeling, that color-
it stays with you,
for how ever long,
for it doesn‘t matter how brief the moment, the span of time.
That time, the crosspoint,
leaves its mark,
And you carry on with part of their color.
sometimes, by meeting someone,
you see something new.
You take that color you painted yourself with,
and maybe, you shift it,
Ever so slightly-
A lesson, a change,
That stays with you forever.
But there are times too,
When you take something unwanted,
A shade that lingers,
One you‘ll need to work hard
to scrub away.
Other times,
you linger in that shared space,
as if time doesn‘t move-
you get stuck there.
Maybe you‘re aware of that fact
yet choose to stay anyway
fearing how your color changes
When you‘re alone.
Or you hold on for as long as you can,
until the color fades.
But if you‘re fortunate enough,
crossing paths makes your own color brighter.
And that’s the beauty of it all.
