Bound

 
Hidden away so far
the moon can't find us
as a blanket of dark
renews our ritual

Shared moments
of vulnerability
and loss overwritten
by sensations of now

Conversational ubiquities
drift to unspoken
recognitions

The ethers that swirl
and subjugate
unseen forces of fate
play out the quiet story

For so long have the stars
looked down on us with favor,
tired travelers crossing paths
to exchange life stories,
to trade favors and
curse the heavens
for all we have lost

Though distances apart
our foot trail's shared
proximities assured
future convocations

Hearts full of emptiness
reflect the void back
into each other

Rehumanize or
Dehumanize?

Does either matter
to forlorn immortals?