Separation

What's the truth about us?

What's the reason for our separation?

Why do we cause each other so much pain?

Why does the care and love I feel for you never escape my reach

even in our strangled and shattered mess

suppressed and broken like the rest.

But when we do not speak,

I can still feel your heart

it radiates like heat

regardless of the miles and the feet between us

it touches me so deep . . .

I feel so connected to you

even in the absence of your touch

or the sound of your voice

I know, my love, of your true feelings for me.

The connection draws me not just to your physical,

but to the spirit of your soul

which is intertwined and connected within mine.

How long will we deny this? How long will we deny us

for the dream we have of being together,

is right upon the cusp

ready to form the thing transitioning between us.

Not far from my hands to mend, nor your heart to cleanse

We are just as close as were were back then,

the onset of a new love with so much spark

from "like" to "love" right from the start,

it marked a spot

completing each other like a dot

like a point or period completing a thought

Is it everlasting or not?

I would hope that it's a love which will never stop.

If we could just grab our love and hold it tight

securing it from the flight--

from the fear,

from the loss,

from the grief . . .

and from all that separates us from the truth,

from all which causes us so much pain

we would see that it was not all in vain.

For if it wasn't for the pain

which drives me utterly insane

there would be no gain.

Poem created and copyrighted by S.L. Harris

©2018 S.L. Harris