We Never Touched

I love a woman dead these thirty years.
Wife of another man.
Ours not a hot and panting love,
And never courtship,
But a chaste affection
For we never touched.
Yet by some strange convergence
We became soul siblings
Open to each other, sans facade
And trusting without limit.
Love quietly understood,
Needing no words,
Resists time’s fading.