the sun goes down without caring about me.
trees sway in a breeze that doesn’t touch my skin.
Birds chirp to each other, unaware of my existence:
somewhere and old couple I’ll never meet are enjoying each others company,
a younger couple I passed by on my way home from work are arguing,
a cat just took a ****, and that cat will never see my face.
Someone in another state just made a sandwich I won’t eat.
Someone in another country just said something I’ll never hear
or understand.
Something on another planet just moved, ever-so-slightly to the left.
And I can’t move it back.
I can’t do anything.
And if I move, I can’t do anything from where I just was.
But you’re there, doing things I can’t because I am not there.
You’re one up on me. And as long as we never meet you always will be.
You know who you are.