The Untouchable

I feel him,

But at the same time

Our particles repel one another.

It's a strange thought, really—

To know that you're as close as you'll ever be to a person,

Hugging them...

Kissing them...

Touching them...

But there's always a distance between the two of you

No matter how microscopic.

Science has a way of teaching us lessons like that, I suppose.

It's all just one big metaphor.

We can strive for perfection

But we

As humans

Are inherently imperfect,

Making true perfection is therefore impossible.

We can be as close to a person as day—one

But we

Can't really know

For sure what's going on in their minds

Because we are not them.

This is not to say we cannot reach for dreams,

Because we can always come close.

But is science right in this metaphor?

Can we ever truly touch someone...

Something... an idea... a dream.