This Gray Ocean Rolling Between Poem by Carol Fleming Klein

Unfair expectations
faulty misconceptions
filling the air between us
the widening gap
until there is a vast sea
on which we float

Face to face
but not eye to eye
Your eyes are veiled to me
except for now and then
an open glance
when fog rolls back
and in your expression
is wistfulness
and inner turmoil
reflecting for an instant

But expressionless
with iron jaw
and burning pain inside
I gaze back
with defiance I don't feel...

Oh bitter fate and cruel irony
Oh let me be....
This lack of honesty
that tore us apart
is splitting me in two.

This gray ocean
rolling between.

Saturday, October 18,1980