Sometimes I see the dead
in the faces of strangers
I pass on crowded avenues
and cross-walks
though there are differences
in the hands, height, and hearts
of those passing by
and I cannot help but hope
that there are other versions
of ourselves that live on in order
to right the wrongs we never did
when we had the chance.

BB

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