I am learning that connection is pure. It can be.
I met a person on the internet who sent me a song.
And I hear the neighbors through their thinly-laid walls, see them every day, watering their plants. And I know their voices,
though I've never heard their names.
On my walk through this same community, I smelled a rose that was densely packed, tightly woven ‘round the central bud, and this rose that I smelled was fragrant and had been smelled by all romantically inclined passers-by since it’s first dawn. Strangers’ noses touch, through dimensions, spatial discrepancies, through the harsh needle of time, align.
And at the park I saw visitors meet, with their dogs inching ever-closer to discover one another’s peculiar scents.
And I've found a girl online who reminds me of my friend.
And I love her for reminding me.