A man and a woman who cannot quite touch
over a deep crevice.
Still there they stand interlocked with the other
praying for moments of bliss.
If leapt they did, perhaps at the bottom
they could somehow unite.
But the fall would take too much out of them
and they know it wouldn’t be right.
There they stand since time immemorial,
just looking, gazes entwined.
With time the visions, their hope grows weaker
as faces with ages grow lines.
The distance between them will not grow smaller
the same depth holds still the abyss.
A lifetime goes by without chances for others
if you never leave the edge of the high precipice.