Paths Crossed

My moments seem so short when I am up and about my downtimes extended with no relief in sight, I thought I hid it well showing only my smile. But he glanced at me once and read it in my eyes like a coverless book exposing its secrets. How could he know it well when it's mine and not his? realizing my thought he showed me his own pain. The one that shed tears the one that waits in the cold the one that waits on the old to smile in comprehension and throw a word or two for him to understand that it is all shared paths crossed.. then I knew we were together standing with no space in between.