What’s funny is what we leave behind
The things that we take for granted
Little things, silly things
Things which aren’t things at all but
Essential to feeling whole, complete
The feel of another’s touch
The pat of an arm, graze of a hand
Contact to remind us that we are human
Who will remind us of the distance?
How will we know when to look back
Reach out and connect
With each other, to each other?
We are all just strings
From past to future to present