Unrequited

I loved you

I hoped for a love

In which I would be wholly met

But now I question

Is not love the understanding that

This is not the only task of love

How many of we who live

Will encounter a soul

Who will know our own

As intimately as that

For so much of our inner life and world

Is a mystery

Known only to us

Is it only ego

That feels such entitlement

For is not love instead

The ability to extend oneself

Beyond ones finite boundaries

Into the soul of the one beloved

Even in the face of difference

Of misunderstanding

Surely the only place two hearts beat as one

Is in the womb

Before we come undone

And enter earthly life

Where we wander at times deaf and dumb

Seeking that primal love

That may be forever

Unrequited

But if we hear that hollow cry

From another`s wounded heart

Then isn’t it up to us

To answer with love