UNSAID
So much between remains unsaid.
So much space between heart and head.
And you say: Is this life? And I say: Is it?
The way we dreamed it would always be?
And each wonders: Can you ever, and will you?
And can you ever and might you?
Just once, even in a moon that’s blue,
touch the fear in me with the fear in you?
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