And Yet We...

His hands haven't caressed my skin
My fingers haven't combed his hair
We haven't touched so kind
We haven't looked eye to eye
And yet we feel.

The air we breath is different
The sun shines down at different times
His first star wish is hours before mine
My sunrise is hours later
And yet we know

So far apart it makes no sense
My heart is in pain and he appears
His day is hard and I am there
Explanations are hard and confusing
And yet we sense.

Our lives are vastly different
His streets filled with violence and hate
While mine are covered in love and care
A life of wild times compared to the innocence of mine
And yet we love.

And yet we...
remain the best of friends.

Reviews

[quinfinn]

profoundly enriching and heartfelt, cleverly worded and beautifully expressed.

[Tai Ryens]

I like the calm you maintain throughout the poem, while still harboring deep emotions of despair and longing. Or so I assume. Nonetheless, I love the poem. Well done.

[Seamstress]

Aye you picked up well on the deep emotions between myself and who this was for.

[Marie]

I got that too.

[Tattered Teddy]

Ahhh nice new ending to the poem that still means so much to me. I agree that we come from such different worlds and continue to inhabit such diverse lives and yet ... here we are. Always meeting somewhere in the middle eh?

[Seamstress]

Aye always meeting in the middle.