our bond is elastic
plastic
synthetically fused
for each other’s use
two puzzle pieces
that would never fit
two halves together
that would destroy the whole
here we are
still together
wound
around each
others’ fingers.
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beheld
i saw her
nestled in cream
and frilly icing
i saw her
plain and overlooked
forgotten-ripe
i smelled the heady scent of possibility
i inhaled the dizzying fragrance of fantasy
i heard her piqued protests
her soft and thought-filled hmmms
her escalating laughter
her stifled tears
her silent sighs
only a welcome phone call away
only a night’s drive away
only an arm’s length away
yet never held
just beheld.
it is real
it is real
it happens
yet there seems to be no place for it
when there are so many other tangible, physical, material things to be had.
there is no room for something that takes up no such space
do not search for it, it is not lost, just waiting to be found.
when word cannot define it but waits for the claim to label it
what need do we have of something that could be anything?
i cannot prove you have it,
i have to take your word for it
the same word that cannot define
what it is you and i cannot see
but what we feel…
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