Habitats
Why are we so close and yet worlds apart?
Divided by time, behind. Divided by space, ahead.
Crossed by circumstances made on our own.
So distant, the long reach. So slender, the delicate thread.
Yet, there you drift, right in front of me.
Just on the other side, only inches I would judge,
Of a single pane of glass that holds us back.
Just past the fingertips. Just beyond a tender smudge.
Until we're together, our lives go separately.
The glimpses, too brief. The close moments, too few.
Every now and then, on your mind is where I hope to be,
And, it's just as likely, I'll be thinking of you, too.
J. W. Rider
2 November 1998
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