i have simply become accustomed
to needing what has been named and deemed mine
though all that is mine
is no more mine
than i am
to me
nor how much i
am more yours
than we
and still i know
i am lighter and freer
without such much any
i cannot but yearn
to belong.
intotheindigo 
nor how much i
am more yours
than we
so much truth and power in these three little lines. Love your writing
This all makes me contemplate once more the vitality of love and longing, and how easily the walls that define crumble under such need. And how difficult it is to reconstruct them. To redefine me and us and the time that can be ours. Time is part of this as well. How often do we compose ourselves anew in the embrace of love? How long can this composition last? How many untouched and untouching days and weeks and months can this “me”, this “us” endure before time itself demands a new definition?
It’s always a pleasure to read your insightfulness George =) Time is certainly apart of this, longing at times makes us question the pain of separation, the necessity and dependence we place upon attachment. But when we belong to another and can be with them in real time or in memory then time is measured only to the moment of impending separation.