They stood side by side,
silent in their being.
Not bound by string or speech,
but by something deeper,
an echo of shape,
a mirror of presence.

Neither knew
where the other began,
or where they themselves ended.
Yet they felt:
I am not alone here.

They did not move,
yet something flowed
between them,
a knowing without words,
a recognition without name.

Two souls,
separate and the same,
transparent and full,
like two drops of water
that never truly touch,
yet always understand.