We talked all day
For many months
But never solved the jig-saw of our words.
They knew a pattern which would complete
Only the outline of a picture.
Sometimes I saw a shade of truth
Hidden in the pieces of our interlocking thoughts
But never dared to place the colours
In a form that both of us could recognise.
Our worlds had been uncoupled in a dark box
For too long
And the fear of joining closely
All the unspoken shapes of our separate lives
Was too great.