the stranger between us
is neither you, nor me;
but some part of each

left undiscovered, after
this journey of a thousand miles.
a world hidden by shadow,

that turns on its own axis,
and cries out for deliverence
in an empty room.

the stranger between us,
a wall made of wings
that never found flight,

that never breathed air.
the stranger between us
is the pathway to tomorrow

in a world that ended today!

Eric Cockrell

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stranger-between-us/