So beautiful
and absentminded.
Love forgets,
but it is soon recalled.
Just happenstance,
not bred of vision.
A chance at all
is still a miracle.
Never been sure,
if love is grounded
in deeper things
than we can understand,
or are we creatures
formed in love’s absence,
fueled by emptiness,
drawn in
by loss?
Do we feel most poignantly
when we are near
the ones we love?
Or when we are
far separated by divides?
And in those miles,
do we draw together?
Strength in everything.
Loud without a sound.
Is love the battle?
The patience?
The overcoming of one wall,
after another?
Does it exist
in its purest form?
Are we ever open?
Or is there always another door,
another mile,
another stair
to climb,
to reach out in understanding?
Some place,
I am sure
we are free of doubts that linger.
Of every wall,
an open window.
All our resolve
and perseverance
has crawled,
to a high plateau
under an open sky.
Undivided.
Unified.
Unafraid.
Are we gravity,
or magnetism?
Covalent bonds,
or symbiosis?
Do we orbit,
only to crash into each other,
destroying what we were?
Desire?
Distance?
Destiny?
Let’s find out.
HG – 2018
