Finding Socks

Okay, I was hoping to get some feedback about this poem...but I have not know where to put it to get some. So I thought maybe someone would see this on my blog and comment.  Hint: (There are two poems in one, idea I got from Ellen Hopkins).

Finding Socks

Standing            apart under the moonlight,
                             eyes closed.
Wondering         why neither of us could be him.
Hoping                that between us we might create him again.
Nothing              came but the emptiness, the nothingness of life without him.
                             Eyes opened,
Feeling                comfort where there had once been distance.
Realizing             neither of us are him, but somehow
Uncovering        his presence between us.
Discovering        a bridge under water, hidden but
Connecting        our distant shores.
Uniting               first through him, then only through his memory.
                            Eyes closed,
Finding               ourselves in one another.