it is lonesome knowing
we may never dream
each other’s dreams
dwelling as far apart as we do
yet i hold hope
that we dream
such large dreams
that the edges overlap
and we can touch
across infinite distances
when we lay our heads down at night
i’m sure that must be the source
of the comfortable warmth
i sometimes feel
upon waking
narinda heng 
Such a beautiful poem, very nicely written.