I didn't start existing to you, until a moment ago when you started reading the words I am writing. A random person behind the poetry lines. A thought turned into an idea to read. I don't know you. and you don't know me. but for a moment we exist together with letters and words scrolling through a white paper occurrence.
I give the meaning, and you illuminate the reason. A give and take kind of semblance of a relationship.
I'll never meet you face to face, nor will I ever feel your hand in my own. But for a moment we existed together in harmony.