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!
