Friday, November 15, 2013

We'll always have Paris...

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

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