Why do we not speak?
Perhaps there is an uncertainty or mistrust that we care not to pursue.
An obstacle, a condition, an uncompromising inevitability that we both already accept.
If it’s is so, alas – for nothing is to become of it: no heightened sense of euphoria or intrigue or undiscovered sensibilities!
It’s not a fault that it is what it is.
But it it weren’t so? If hope does lift her veil, then perhaps ‘tis just a masquerade!
A box, that can only be unlocked by two.