differences

can there really be
true understanding
between people as different
as us?

me with my wild hair
feeling too many feelings
trembling in exhaustion 
over other people's troubles

and you sensibly looking
over the heads of the crowd

searching for my shadow

tracing my faltering steps
in unsteady sand

following me to my doom
which i always fear is very soon

but to-morrow never comes

(us)