Misunderstanding

Nothing means more
To me
Than speaking with you
Clearly,
Directly…

From my heart.

I can’t begin
To describe
How you move me…

Leaven me…

Connect with me.

Yet,

Here we are…
Standing inches,

Yet miles apart.

Considering what
Means most,
To each of us.

The answer
To that
Most personal,
Intimate,
Question,
Comes to my mind
With certainty,

And immediately.

But,
With a
Sinking heart,

I sense your hesitation.

I sense in you,
A different,
Still unspoken
Answer.

My perfect world,
My consummate connection,
My eternal partnership

Stands before me now…

That person,
That savior,

I thought
Was you.

But your
Wordlessness…

Speaks volumes.

We are inches,

Yet miles apart…

Separated
By a synthetic love…

And…

An infinite,

Misunderstanding.

 

 

© 2018 W. C. Stacia, Jr.

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