We would look endless hours
into the eyes of the other,
hoping to find a hint of coherence and reciprocity,
since maybe we’re all afraid, not to be loved?
One who has suffered profound losses,
has a tendency of retreating into dreaming*
since there one finds endless gates to nowhere,
but profound love,
since in fantasy, we become children of her touch.
There we can unravel our fears,
since they are silent to all ears,
like unspoken secrets.