I look at you,
I see you,
I touch you,
I feel you.
Yet though I want to,
I don't know you.

I wish we were free,
Unashamed, could just be,
But there's a crevice between you and me.

Sometimes big, sometimes small.
But unless through it we fall,
Arm in arm,
Eye to eye,
For once bearing all,
We remain strangers,
Staring, touching from a ridge,
Each searching aimlessly for a bridge.