i see you . . . do you see me,
are you seeing right through me
or just looking past me?
the roads we now travel 
don't meet and we don't touch
our paths would probably never cross
our worlds would probably never collide

and while we talk without words
and we share without giving
we look without seeing
through the glass walls
of our own little spheres 
at each other

and i wonder 
and wonder if you wonder
if we ever would meet at an 
intersection of our destinies
and touch
and feel the warmth 
of the other's hand


letter | prayer