“The marks humans leave are too often scars.”
                                                         ― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

eventually, there is 

not a me and you

there is we and

the pain we share. 

whether we might 

so softly subtly 

acknowledge this silence 

a trembling elephant,

pressing its skin 

against rough bark 

and in the unbearable moments

look past the ever presence instead

find the playful underbelly of fear

and follow to some greater unknown

forward, together, and shed

carefully this distance, unspeakable

distance and volatility 

find our breath find

vulnerable membranes that cleft

we to me and you.