Unspace

It is the gap that severs what is said
from what is understood.  The hidden place
where thoughts ferment: they say “inside the head”
but such things are not to be found in space
of three dimensions: nor indeed could we
mark out in feet and inches the abyss
that time has opened between you and me.
Hope tells me I could bridge it with a kiss,
so near are we in space: I hear your heart
and feel your breath upon my skin, and yet
in unspace, we’re a universe apart,
beyond the reach of healing or regret.
Sensing your sadness, I reach out to cross
But fall into the chasm, and am lost.