last night i clung to you
and realised that in that moment i felt most connected to LIFE alone.
that hurt, that stung, too much to bear.
i cried for you,the you i find that greets me by mind is not the same;
i greeted you through the body of yours,
the only constant
between me and you
“clinging to me
like a last breath you would breathe
you were like home to me
i don’t recognise this street”
i feel and fear this is the end for us. that we are nearing the end.
you say that i am none of these nice things to you but you just love me
i don’t want you to ‘do’ me, no
but i don’t think that we are what we are looking for
i don’t believe, can’t believe, that this really could be it from the universe
our souls have so much more to share, and bond, make love through these ‘things’ –
communion, we don’t have it
i don’t understand if this is just my confusion,
my ignorance
of understanding what love is
but i have not been proved wrong yet
this is not right
yet
wait
wait
wait