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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.


A wayward thinker hiding behind the facade of necessary courtesies

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