the worlds two loneliest people
sit beside each other ever day
but they live up in their towers
from which they never stray

there is one window
but there are no doors
there are endless stairs
connecting empty floors

a rope bridge runs between
the two stone towers
maintained but never used
over golden fields of flowers

they look out occasionally
and sometimes see each other
they'd each like to meet
but each leaves it to the other

and nothing ever changes
and each of them die alone
each wishing they'd taken those first few steps
a mutually feeling never known