You think you’re just killing time,
Passing through the day as the wind
Does the trees. Life goes on without your effort
And then you meet.

You think nothing will come of it,
Just as nothing has in the past. But
You cannot free your mind from their hands.
And then you catch them staring.

Your breath freezes in your throat
As your heart ignites like a frenzied comet.
The walls come down just enough for you to leap over.
And then you’re together.

You try not to lose your head like
You’ve done every time before. But even
The slightest touch pushes the boundaries of your existence.
And then you feel understood.

You, for who you really are, the swirling mass of
Contradictions and puzzles everyone else didn’t want to unravel.
They embrace the broken pieces, ignoring the jagged edges.
And then you fall.

You fall harder than the books and movies show,
Until the core of your soul aches that one day
You had to spend apart. Love closes its fist tightly around you.
And then you hope.

You imagine the world with them at your side,
Cheap wine, dinners on the floor, dancing in the park,
Where all you have to do is be who you are.
And then you breathe.

You accept that the cosmos strives for you
And your happiness. That this is real, and that
It is all within your grasp. It’s all right there.
And then they leave.

You’ve never felt such a blow, turned over
On your side, collapsed in a heap of rubble that used to be
Your heart, your life, now a scuttled boat on the rocks.
And then you break.

You shatter worse than the first time, than the previous time,
Worse than all of the other heartbreaks combined because
You felt that this one was different, and it was gone too soon.
And then you struggle.

You fight to understand how you could give yourself
To another person, just like that, and then have the
Walls cave in. You worked so, so ******* those walls.
And then you morn.

You lament the great love that you had, and
Remember how true it was, how strong. You try to
Digest it all, and to keep the flame alive long enough to heal.
And then, my friend, then is when you write.