THE SAME TRIP

Awakening to the same Sun

We rode in the same car,

To the same waterfall and woods.

We dropped the same

Toxic dust

And even dressed alike

Shirtless and sun-kissed.

But you and I were not

On the same trip.

And I collapsed,

Awakening in the next year.

To another soul.

Walking late at night to your house

To stand out on the same porch.

Our friends became the same friends.

The same joint

The exact same fear

Sent us running.

Paths crossed, and doubled back, overlapping

Over and over.

But you and I were not

On the same trip.

And I collapsed

Candy coma, dehydration

And confusion was my element.

You were there, another soul

And we played the same games.

We saw the same comedy unfold.

We shared the same space.

And the same truth

And the same bed.

Of seaweed and sweet-smelling,

 Quivering flowers.

But you and I were not

On the same trip.

No two souls,

No matter how close,

Will ever know the same trip.

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