In a world that has ended
Where nothing is born, nothing dies
Where not even passing time exists
There is a person; solely, a person.
It’s hard for me to describe this person.
I don’t know if “sad” is what they are: though I see
their circumstances as sad.
“Content” is a word that is used to convey
a similar, though not identical, aspect of what they
seem to be feeling.
They see me, even though
Even though
I
I–
They live in this world alone.
I wonder if I can live with them in this world.
They built a body for me
Out of scraps
It seems inhumane, a bit like a bear
Metallic, and colorful
I wonder if I just have to wish
If I wish; will that be enough?
It’s been some time.
I’m glad I wished for that.
I’m glad I got to live with that person for as long as I did.
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