NEARLY

NEARLY

We don't touch, though
there is no gulf between us
merely a memory of distances past:
It is surely not beyond our wit or craft
to heave a lifeline
shrink the space
and bridge this o-so-barren gap.

There is simply no delusion
in this wary intermesh of glances
merely a tacit denial of propinquity
Now is this careful prudence
or just a failure to admit
the proximity of it all?
Or just another self-set trap
another question begging answers

So, my nearly love, if you can't, I will
We are near, and getting nearer.