But sometimes when we touch

But sometimes when we touch the tears of yesterday when eyes turned rain and the heart felt alone in the crowd that was when your voice set it free But sometimes when we touch, the shadows of psychology and emotions and the fullness of the mind with no data that was when your face melted away loneliness. But sometimes when we touch, the warmth of anger and of its illness and when no distinction was made that was when your embrace smiled at me But sometimes when we touch, the deafening of the sense organs and when eyes, nose, and ears were meaningless that was when your note in my hand breathed on me. But sometimes when we touch, the concept of reality and destiny and of may and/or may not that is when our lives are determined But sometimes when we touch we touch love and friendship.