We suffer separately in our fractured futures
In reality we are only three streets away
Why does it feel like we are Mars and Venus?
The space between us is staggering
With only the empty pleasure of wishing on shooting stars
Our paths will always bring us back around to each other
Only to drift slowly away again
There is love in this consistency
We may do this through all our lifetimes
But of all the world's cruelties at least there is beauty in that it lingers
