I like the small details in this one, Hasse, and how they’re given meaning and weight: toothpaste splatters, cracks, a tunnel. I’m going to guess that the greatest love is a relationship, and the greatest fear is themselves? (Now I see your note; seems I was at least fairly close!)
This person’s greatest love was “a woman beyond my reach.”
Their greatest fear was written the following way: “I see him in the mirror. Me.”
The face in the mirror and unrequited love are both out of reach, in their own ways.
I like the small details in this one, Hasse, and how they’re given meaning and weight: toothpaste splatters, cracks, a tunnel. I’m going to guess that the greatest love is a relationship, and the greatest fear is themselves? (Now I see your note; seems I was at least fairly close!)
Pretty much right on the money! Nicely done.
And thanks. I think the poem gets a bit surreal at the point where the narrator starts reaching inwards--that is probably no coincidence.