Mystery

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
or
how to tackle that repair
or
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
Together.

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