He sits across from me, busy reading his paper,

I sit here, killing time on my computer,

Two very different lives,

Two very different people,

He is in military uniform, I am in jeans and a T-shirt,

He keeps informed about the most recent news,

I keep informed on my friends lives,

His expression is solid, focused,

I sit here just smiling and taking in the new area,

He might be thinking about going to the physical war,

I think about the spiritual war that I fight,

We are brought up very differently, have different skills,

Yet...we are both soldiers, one way or another,

He seemed older than me, though maybe his profession has aged him,

I look and watch as he walks away,

He looks worried about the future,

I look forward to it,

He is too busy looking around him to notice me,

I�m content to take him in and try to figure him out,

Maybe one day our paths will cross again.