I see you You see me. The cool metal beneath our feet As we walk on either side of a railroad Holding hands. The same shudders pass through us As a train rumbles in the distance; The same wind that rustles your hair Rustles mine. We shower in the same rains Wilt under the same sun; Shadows of each other, Bound by fingertips. Parallel lives moving together, Knowing we could never meet, Not really. Not really any closer than an arm's length And not really any farther either. But I suppose that's okay. As long as I see you, You see me, And we get to walk on, Holding hands.