A Contradiction of Terms

People lost.
People gone.
They stare at you
Full face
One time
Then move  along.
Did you touch?
Do  you recall
The palm, feel the
Signs written there
Did they care?
You and  you
And you  and you
And others not so close but
Still dear
Etched in the wear
And tear
Squarely solid
In the mind's flight
In the mind's thought
So much  touch
Gone,  such a paradox
So much  foregone.
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