Do I know everything about you?
No, thank goodness
You are still a mystery some of the time.
Do you know everything about me?
No, thank goodness
I still don’t know myself.
We can sit in silence
In our own worlds
But not feel alone.
I suspect…
you are thinking of sailing
how to tackle that repair
wondering if you should buy a motorbike again
You suspect…
I am thinking of other worlds
Words tumbling over themselves
Knitting into stories or poems.
And we’d both be right.
In the midst of this
We can touch hands,
We can share a kiss.
I love you because
we don’t always have to talk, to do, to be.
When we need to
we can live in our private worlds

Copyright 2016 by Paula Harmon. All rights belong to the author and material may not be copied without the author’s express permissionrose

4 thoughts on “Mystery

  1. I normally don’t “get” poetry, but I felt this one and enjoyed it. I’ve been finding myself lately on the couch with my partner wondering what he was thinking about at that moment and wondering who he truly is inside. I’ve been questioning if we ever really know people, or even ourselves. This poem put my fleeting thoughts into the perfect words. Well done!

    1. Thanks! I wrote it a while ago when we were away for our anniversary and sitting happily in our own thoughts yet trusting and completely at ease. I thought I love being with someone who understands that. Sometimes you don’t want to answer the question “what you thinking about” not because there’s anything bad or interesting going through your head, but because it’s your private space. Glad it’s not just me.

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