We touched in  a million ways
we touched

we reached on many levels

one into the other
and together out

one thing me never had
was prolonged silence

As life goes
we came to a tearful parting
As life goes from noisy summer

to silent fall and quiet snowfall
so we have been gulped
by the silence of finality

This habit
of being in touch
in a million ways each day
will have to die
or we will die
from the missing hum
of being in touch