my age
yet you are nearly
a quarter century older.
What resembles time
from that angle?
Do you see us
as two shadows
stretching long in late light,
aware the day does end,
yet grateful for each warm spill
of sun across our backs?
Maybe we walk different arcs,
but we share this sky,
this brief bright hour —
and that is enough
to carry us forward,
together,
into whatever dusk brings.
