Impartiality of Particles

Real connection seems impossible.
I cannot grasp the wholeness of your Self,
Restricted to the scope my nerves receive.
The rarity of all your presence tears
At all within me that you cannot know.

I cannot touch your thoughts or wear your guilt.
(Nor can you mine.)
I cannot see these symphonies of light
In quite the same way You perceive the rays.
(All sunbeams are the same but nerves are not.)

I cannot taste the bitter sweetness of
All you once loved but now can’t bear to chase
Within the catacombs of battered dreams.
I cannot ache that ache that’s yours alone.
(Nor you the ache that’s mine.)

My lips will never fully kiss your own.
(For space is death and therefore can’t be breached.)
I crash against the pane of glass between
That which is you and all that which is me.
I force with all existence I possess
And yet I cannot reach the space you own.

Despite your same attempts to penetrate
The unrelenting gap ‘tween yours and mine,
We might as well be standing back to back,
For it does not bring us closer to the goal
Of knowing what it is to be the other.

Surrounding what we are and what we think
Ourselves to be, there is a barrier.
Just like the haze between two positive
Magnets, our atoms shun all others near
Until we hover all alone in void.

It is the tragedy of human kind
Restricted to our senses, only five,
Filtering so many frequencies
Of beauty there to be experienced.
(To think of all we miss, it makes me sick.)

Until my ash is strewn upon the earth
And yours is strewn so gently next to mine,
Our bodies joined with earth into a Tree
Perhaps, or fields of shining Daffodils.
That day we grow as one I’ll finally Know.

(But)
Until that day I must simply resign
To all that’s yours but never will be mine.