the stranger between us
is neither you, nor me;
but some part of each
left undiscovered, after
this journey of a thousand miles.
a world hidden by shadow,
that turns on its own axis,
and cries out for deliverence
in an empty room.
the stranger between us,
a wall made of wings
that never found flight,
that never breathed air.
the stranger between us
is the pathway to tomorrow
in a world that ended today!
Eric Cockrell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stranger-between-us/
