Each Other

Parting with Strangers

A stranger is someone you don't know

saying goodbye to a stranger is easy

People you meet

in the subway

at the store

over a shared table

Who show you their externals only

coats

color

crust

And leaving nothing but an empty cup

to mark their passing

But we aren't strangers anymore

We've shown each a glimpse

of our souls

We've smiled together

lived and loved and died in the sight

of each other

Cried in company

We can never be

cut

pushed

pulled apart

because we are part

of each other.