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 tears
Now I want to shatter it with our laughter.
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