when this lousy war is over

For my spankin’ new incognito muse – is she even aware?
best she’s kept in the dark.  🙂

we who have met, but briefly,
and are kept apart
will meet

we who dare not speak of love –
love forged in
timeless late night calls
will love

we who have never wept
will happily
shed tears

we who have never embraced
may crumble
in the other’s arms

and then will know
the truth
of what we know.