Encountering the other is Instant's Eon savored on the Souls Plate
because properly seen Encountering is the essence of Life's Feast.

To fade away from this Fete is to die bereft in which too many belatedly taste only at Life's End.

No, free are Love's Gifts eyes convey touches communicate yet so many
have only the Coward's Take hiding behind Rejections Face- the Fools Path- sadnesses given heaven closed away in the instant; hearts either touch, or embrace Fear Fleeing.

So reach you next time because brief encounters matter; tender you a tentative smile; move beyond Fear's Face offer your Soul's Plate
because other wise You and Other mutually starve-ever hungry within
Fear's Fate-and drift away bereft, ever the isolate, residing within that loneliness which cannot  ever sate.