It occurred to me, there’s so much of you I do not know
It’s only the days and moments we’ve chosen to share
Like what about now? When you are fast asleep? What dreams and wishes are locked in there?
Or when you are next to another, your eyes, do they linger? Here or there?
Your thoughts, do they wander? Perhaps idly or do they throb?
Aching to touch, to hold, to know?
Will you ever really? Or just pretend?
And do we lie to each other and say it is enough?
All the time knowing it will never be. You can not know the whole of you or me.