We mean each other

There is only silence.
We sit inside, gravitating
in-between units of time
falling

We mean each other
so substantially,
we don't even notice
there is unity
in singular
too

There is a window shield
jazzing, while
achromatic rain drop shadows
slide down in steady
pace
apparently
not letting go

I open the door.
We must crawl out of this
temporary indefiniteness;
we must
come home!