For a good companion on our two roads to hell, many years ago. I’m so proud to see what you’ve done since then!

How in her laughter
he hears taut fragments
of the music to her soul,
or how his silence speaks to her
the things he never tells.
In a moment shared
tears long-shed are in his voice
and a feeling unspoken
touches just her eyes.

Two so unalike they almost touch
each pass unseen to the other’s heart,
there to meet- impossible to know-
a soul so like it could reflect
unspoken thoughts our own.

 ©2017 Bill Hazelrig (written long ago)