A gulf of silence separates us from each other
I stand at one side of the gulf—you at the other
I cannot see you or hear you—yet know that you are there—
Often I call you by your childish name
And pretend that the echo to my crying is your voice.
How can we bridge the gulf—never by speech or touch
Once I thought we might fill it quite up with our tears
Now I want to shatter it with our laughter.