Empathy Will Be the Death of Me (Poem)

Happiness, sadness, joy, and grief. 

I feel it. 

Pain, warmth, comfort, and aches 

I feel it. 

Fear  excitement, love, and hate. 

I feel it. 

I feel all of you all the time. 

It doesn't matter the distance. 

In a way it's a gift and another way it's a curse. 

A double-edged sword. 

Is this what makes us soulmates?