They soared in the twilight
Suspended between
The rain and the river,
The seen and unseen.
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The honesty of the ALMOST in this poem is strong and true and far more beautiful than the delusions of mutual deception. Hard to see that when you are flying high and in the poem they are soaring. Everything, the bridge, café, warm drinks, suggest a coming together. What could be missing? What can close that last gap (created by the table between) ? Only a word –just a word, maybe as sweetly simple as “love” –maybe a word like “logos” or whatever for you brings in that word – a world to share. It isn’t said, and we readers know the truth of it, for we have had our share of disappointments, and perhaps, realizing we are not alone, we feel reinforced and encouraged to keep listening for that word.
Julia.... I wish this poem was mine sharing it with friends