We get pushed.
Hard.
We stumble and fall.
No-one understands,
who would care?
Alone with no-one,
but there is someone.
Incredibly close
mentally so far,
So Physical
Violently touching
yet so detached.
We live, in our world,
only us, no-one else.
Safe in our ageless warmth
Not friends, not enemies
Not love, not hate
Not pushing, not helping
Just us.
