Fleeting
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Who are you, a man whose silhouette I see in the mist? Where do you come from? Where do you go? What brings you to my path on this cold winter night?
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We walk together for a while, in companionly silence. We feel a connection blooming between us, a connection that could span a lifetime if it were allowed to fester.
However, you eventually fade away, off to walk your own path again that does not intersect mine. In the future it might intersect another’s. Would a story form there?
As I think these thoughts, the stars in the starry night sky mock me from their place in the heavens, their twinkling shapes belying the fact that they are wicked creatures, playing with lives as if they were toys.
I am left to wonder throughout the rest of my journey - who were you? Why did we form a connection? Would we ever meet again?
As I go a little distance along my path, I suddenly see another you, another silhouette. And so another story begins, only to end as ours did, in silence.
