A gulf of silence separates us from each other
I stand at one side of the gulf -you at the other
I cannot see or ear 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 tought we might fill it quite up with our tears
Now I want to shatter it with our laughter.
Katherine Mansfield.
