I wonder sometimes
if when really living together
yet reaching out, close,
surely enough to touch
I wonder if we know
our soul might be more together
than we are ourselves.
pain, passion, purpose, perpetual apathy.
When we withdraw,
your world seems similar
without you in my mind.
What crossroads can you share with me,
that have aligned
have given me the same access?
I am fearful only of my own
insecurities, yet so often I will quickly,
allow those demons to scratch your panes.
My pains, our immediate angst,
is drawn from the same,
a river of lost souls traveling in a time,
decided by certainty
we haven’t any control of.
Anymore, I will not try anymore
to define you, as imagery appears to me.
Instead may I acclimate by definition
in my mind.