Confession

We sat, and from across both sides of the table, our overflowing words dammed behind closed lips. Our eyes, pleading for the other to end the silence. Suddenly, the wood that separated us could've, instead, been a writhing, blackened sea, a burning savanna, or cold and jagged peaks. Then that moment passes, and though we have not moved, I wake and I know. You are untouchable, unreachable to me. The bridge between us was washed away in the flood, and I had lost you in the plethora of words unspoken.