someday

 your lonely more beautiful than me
your empty more contained than me
your tired of seeing the world and its contents  
and i prisoner with a heart 

whether we understand the differences
if we know the wind direction 
where he had gone feel the seconds of solitude  
You only know about them

or later we have forgotten each other 

and slightly at the memory
or attempt to eliminate them

go and do the therapy

One day the shadows and move us, will be heard even more clearly visible