We find ourselves 
in others it cuts in half the pain 
to discover what was lost 
can be found again

that easy laugh 
the shared decades 
we understand to have gotten 
this far demands a certain grace 

how easily the sun rises 
how the muscle memory responds 
how the aches taped to memories 
finds a place to sit down

it not given lightly 
it’s a miracle to be around 
to fight the same shit daily 
with two hands bound behind the heart