Understanding The Lack Of What We Are Poem by RIC BASTASA

what we sorely
lack we do not
talk about, afraid

that this may lead
only to the destruction
of our bridge

our love knows
that time always
keeps its hands
moving, and we

soon accept that
this lack is part of
the house of love,

in fact, what we
lack built us the
spaces for windows
to exist for doors
to be real, and so

here we are now
still one, no one is
a shadow here,
a true soul cannot
project it...