From one quiet soul to another

We are loud.
We are fast.
We are thoughtless.
And we move.
But our souls are quiet in unison.

You're there and I'm here.
More than worlds apart.
We don't even see the same stars.
But our souls are in lockstep and dancing.

It was but a moment,
not even a clock could record the time.
A blink you were there,
and then a blink you were gone.
But our souls are still holding hands.

Why meet now?
Why meet at all,
if this is all that's left?
Because lonely souls have a way of finding one another,
and then never letting go.