Young Love

Man, Woman,

Boy, Girl,

What can become of us?

Can this fluid state

Be sculpt into a reality-

Into a web of knowing:

Love?

Yes this gap is small between us

Time is for us-

But where is the practicality?

I see the hurdles

Measure the ditches

Gauge the chasms

Between us two

Hangs a thread-

To cut or not to cut?

A word to be said or left unsaid?

There hangs my dread.