Each

Each individual,
experiencing the world,
to each their eyes take in,
their hands hold separate sensations,
paths divergent from each one.
 We merge together to live along side each,
dismissing the qualities that make each,
expectant of sameness, oneness,
but can not ever be.
 For, with unity no diversity lies,
which makes us human contradictions of each,
pushing our individuality upon one another
with no hope of any soul to understand completely
the recollection that makes each.
A hand full shared, but a lifetime apart.
We, each, live alone.
Our thoughts,
with only small ways to relate
or express our individual torments
and joyful endings.
Each has lived and each proceed
on a path all our their own
with a vivid reality of shared experience.
We can only surmise and compare
lives lived in hopes of similarity
to find peace of mind that a portion is shared,
but not not in totality.
A new year only gives
each more separation
as if living were any different than dying,
despite the suffering of loss,
for a portion of shared moments in time.
Each goes on as best as he can
while continuation of external stimuli penetrate
and affect the senses of each.
Each soul,
never more than one,
even when shared time,
always one.

01-01-13