Bearings

I used to think that you can't ever know someone after holding a string of the same dreams

I thought that when two souls collided they'd have enough power to re-define themselves after an impact;

but,


without creating               insurmountable               distances



I wondered how it would feel when a gush of wind holding memories would swish by,

messing my bearings-

I'd look around to see if the person was still next to me

know that nothing has yet changed


Although I'm standing at the exact spot you left me at;

the rope knotted,


you're not there.