Passing By

I chanced upon a girl lost,
and seeing her situation I called out to her.
And although I myself was lost, I found comfort in her.
She told me of the paths she had taken,
quite different from my own,
and I told her of mine.

We exchanged banter until the sun dawned and I found myself asleep.
The next morning I woke to a peaceful reservoir of chirping birds and found the girl had left.
I would never see her again,
but I had enjoyed meeting her and I was glad to know she was on her way.
As for me, I was still lost.
But to know I had shared in a reality of moments past with another,
this was enough for me.

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