My Life, My Love

Just because I never feel,
doesn’t mean I can’t feel you,
your soft touch, unawares,
your sweet caress, unintentional.
Just because we never touch,
doesn’t mean I don’t feel you,
your emotion,
your pain,
your love,
glimpses into the eyes of your past.
Just because I don’t know you,
doesn’t mean I don’t know you
the story of your life,
and the story of mine,
intertwined,
unnoticeable,
And just because we’ve never met
doesn’t mean I don’t love you.
A philanthropist of words,
not action,
In this destiny-filled emotion
called the world.