Osmosis

Humans
as amorphous blobs
gently swaying in the wind
their slimy membranes
dissolving slightly
in the soft rain

Melding and merging slowly
wherever they touch
helping both understand you and me
the knowledge of us and we
seeing how alike and distinct
we can be, you see?

becoming neither joint nor separate
so that when you hurt I flinch
and when the world cuts us apart
both of us lose a piece of me, instead of you

I miss the part of me that is now you
the places where you and I used to be us
Laughing and loving
in a soft and quiet sanctity