Sometimes in the miasma of space and time souls meet.
They share a common reality
They are together and yet separate.
Sometimes in the short period of time we call life two people meet
They share a sense of the other
They are separate and yet together
But more often we just miss each other
Alone, in the universe, even in a crowd
We share not reality, or even a sense
We are separate to the extent of being alone
11/13/2013
This is a very powerful poem...far away, so close
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