What is this empty space in between us?

Don’t you see this is what is making us so cold?

What is holding us apart?

I feel like a strait dog.

Routing through the trash.

Only getting looks of disdain.

Trust me I will not bite you.

I am shivering because I have been out in cold for too long.

I been looking for a place of warmth.

The only time I get warmth is when my pain has gotten so unbearable I cry.

My tears are what keeps me warm.

When my tears drops are running down my face it makes me think of a place which I call home.

Home a distant place I have never been too, but always yearning for.

We are the children of the same maker.

Why are we not in love?

Why do we pretend love is something to earn?

When love is with and in everything.

Why do we pretend hate and distrust is a good substitute for love?

My friend this distance is going to kill us.

Do not pretend that don’t feel the coldness.

What separates is what brings death, and what brings us together brings life.