Relationships end,
by the silent selfish decisions
we make in secrecy and
carve into the stone.
You say it first to yourself,
tattoo it on your partner’s heart,
but the words linger
like a burden they were
never intended to bear.
A moment’s space,
a breath of air,
becomes a gulf
unintentionally carved.
We hear stories of bonds
blessed and unbroken,
a melody composed
by numerous harmonious voices.
One truth sings:
Two souls traveling together,
hand in hand,
even across desolate areas,
discover that the landscape
is shifting and that
there is a constant dance
of motion and stillness.
It is the rhythm of life itself:
the steady beat,
the comforting rest,
the sleep that revives,
the shelter shared in common,
the roots that tie.
It is the courage to say
the truth of your senses:
the colors that stain your portrait,
the scents that stir your remembrance,
the emotions that beat within,
the thoughts that form your world.
Are these given,
shared with the waiting ear,
the seeing eye?
And is your partner visible,
known in their own right?
Is it not the intertwining of moments,
the micro and the macro,
that forge the strongest ties?
The treasure is not
in running away from demons,
but in walking together through them,
hand in hand,
to the dawn of day.
The path has been trod
by many feet.
Seek wisdom in those
who have trod before you,
embrace the solace of solitude,
the healing power of forgiveness,
the strength of connection,
the softness of compassion,
the unwavering hand of grace,
the quiet certainty of faith,
the boundless ocean of love,
and the simple gift of self.
And have your stories told,
by ears that truly hear,
by eyes that truly see.