Do I know you, a poem

It is not for me to be mean, but let me ask again, do I know you? Have I seen you before and known your likes and dislikes, the way you are? Or are we staring at strangers 'eyes, hoping to revive a connection, unkempt and far? What are you doing and why can't I tell, why we aren't doing so well
did we just fool, ourselves into a web of faux trust, and amble about blindly? What is the time we are having, or had had, if something with us in not clearly... bad..? It is, and we are
But why then do we feel so far
Out and away from the world
floating in an ocean of people
like
two
lonely
Islands
unable to join together
In a massive quake
and form
a
super-continent?