I see her as she watches me from her tenth floor balcony
while I lie here in this gutter.
.
She takes a drag from her cigarette and tries drowsily to forget
that the midnight air she breathes is neither hers nor mine.
.
The dark, sweet space between us both familiar and unwelcome
raising questions of uncomfortable humanity
.
One substance. She and I.
Yet ten stories
separated
She goes inside.
chad wright pittman 
I love you Chad. You are awesome.
Wow, Chad I like the poem and have felt the separtion that we make or just is with other people. Very insightful. Write more, I’m behind you! xxoo Lisa
Thank you thank you for the encouragement! That means so much to me I think I will keep on writing.