(A/N: This upload is part 1/2 for International Poetry Day)
Sometimes I think we are like body and soul;
I am, because you are.
Other times, we appear as a petal and a dewdrop;
We are distinct, yet whole.
Or perhaps we are like two eyes;
Separate, but with the same vision.
Our paths are not parallel, but they do not intersect.
What we want is too far apart
For us to want each other.