POEM

UN-SAID 

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?