At First Glance. A poem for friends.

At first glance,

You wouldn't know.

 

At first glance, 

It might not show.

 

But I know.

And you know.

There is something inside.

 

Beneath the externalities

We can find the eternalities.

 

Infinite Resonance.

 

Such similar sounds.

Such different expressions.

 

Dynamic Harmonies. 

A Poem at Three AM

It's a beautiful thing.

To know someone.

To hold a copy in your mind.

To simulate hypotheticals.

It's a beautiful thing.

To be known.

To live in another's head.

To share a part of yourself.

Every time you imagine my reaction.

Every time I predict your action.

That's me in you.

That's you in me.

At least in part.

We live on.