Someone for everyone,
or so it’s often said
by those with someone.
And if those someones should never meet
—a wrong-way glance
or passing with a street between—
what then do they become?
So close and never known,
the energy that completes you,
a dream while walking alone.
Where are you my mutually alone one?
this light I own
extinguished stars over an empty home.
©November 2014, Christina Anne Hawthorne