A Fistful of Yearning

I am clutching a fistful of yearning.
When I meet someone also clutching a fistful of yearning,
Let us open our hands and share this fistful with each other.
Our yearnings are no doubt the same or similar.
Our fists hold the same amount.
Do we open our hands and share?
Or do we close our hands tight and keep to ourselves?
But the size of our fists is the same as the size of hearts.
We could share, we could dare to share:
Which may be the hardest thing of all.
Who will share with me? Who will accept my sharing?

(c) 09-16-16 Frances Ann Osborne