you are for yourself only the key

if the truth were
one truth
it would not be my words
that would be reaching toward you
or yours to me
nor the eyes, the heart, the soul
that we would recognize
the only thing between us
clear reflection
and if
the truth were one
the only fear
could be the pettiness of letting go

if the truth were one
even an exploding universe
would still tug itself together
across voids which light could scarcely cover

if the truth were one, for yourself
you are the only key, but the lock it seems must be
each other