A Shuttle to Nowhere

What are we?

Shadows, you might say.

Wouldn't it be extraordinary if we

could take a breath as one.

Chest to chest, eye to eye.

Hold my hand and tell me we are not alike.

If we are forgotten

one day,

under sharp explosions

or a hollow breath

let it be known

that we have existed,

you and I.

In a deep, twisted place

full of irony and loss,

something we can grasp,

we exist.

What are we?

Only a fool would dare to ask.

We shake our heads,

point our fingers,

and turn our backs

on this lone mystery.

Silence answers

at our fault

and surely,

this is enough for us.

Reviews

[Wolfhilde]

I like the story your writing with this poem. well done!

[eglantine]

Usually I'm not a fan of one-line stanzas, especially with short lines, but this works here... I really liked "chest to chest, eye to eye" image.