A Soul is a Soul is a Soul

We always learn that

Our bodies get in the way

And make a divide between us.

And we notice

She’s nervous, and he’s tall, and she’s perfect, and he’s quiet, and she’s prettier, and he’s richer, and he can’t stop talking, and she won’t look me in the eye, and he gets angry, and she gets sad

And then

One says, “hello”

And the other looks away-

Not because she doesn’t want to

And not because she’s rude, or whatever

She just doesn’t know

That “hello” must meet “hello”

Because no one told her

But every day

She says, “hello”

And then she says,  “hello”

And then they smile

And no more

Is one smarter or funnier or shorter or more forgiving or happier or wittier

Because

A soul is a soul is a soul is a soul

Made from the same stuff as mine and yours and his and hers and theirs and the others

And bodies get in the way

To make a divide

Until someone says, “hello”

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