The Impasse
A momentary lapse in -
Not judgement -
Something else:
An invisible line we set to guard
A sacred… something.
Changing everything
And nothing
And now
Words aren’t spoken
And aren’t needed.
We both know.
That here I am
And there you are
And where we are, the other cannot be.
The conundrum of knowing
Someone inside out and not at all.
I’m not certain
if I’m glad or sad
or neither
that the line was crossed
and uncrossed,
That the inevitable was an impossibility
in reality.
And so we’re at an impasse.
Who dares tell the other the
Mutually understood truth:
It was an attempt aborted.
