Although this was not really part of the prompt, this poem came from a freewrite as part of the evening with the Barcelona Poetry Group.
          I am not sure that this is going to be the final state of this poem, but I think that it does say something about missed opportunities, and what is lost through a sort of emotional cowardice!

Some love

Some love beats blood past

broken brain-bonds, through

intermittent jangling nerves

that jitter thought to finger tips –

which almost bridge; but stop,

before they realise

what they can’t take:

a touching, real and tangible

which tears chasms apart

and closes tightly-in together.

A short poem, but one which has some authentic emotion for me!