One Ghost To Another

You are of Earth, I'm water-sign; Frivolous, frothing, foam will fly, You are base; and acid, I: Float on clouds above your soil, As mud we make, together; toil- Though you are far, and I am near; Near as a picture, or a mirror, I'm near to me, you're farther, there; There be no friction, then to fear, There is no face, no voice to hear- Somewhere long past, our shadows fell Across each other, none to tell; Or photos grey-tinged lips, were pressed When mashed one instant, gainst the rest; Perhaps one molecule of air, that you exhaled- I inhaled; still, at least as ghosts, we cannot fail.