the unknown

you can't begin
to know her.
impossible despite
years
of trying.
no bed can bridge
the gap,
no meal
sitting side
by side,
no hand in hand
walk
along the beach
or through
town.
no talk can peel
back
the layers
of her skin.
she isn't there,
she won't let you in.
she's always just
slightly
out of reach,
which she knows,
and keeps
coming back.