If I pull hard enough,
Will it drag your body down?
To this earth,
To this very moment in time,
To be with me,
They say it’s fate. What brought us together
Is the stuff of myths and legends.
Do I have to be afraid of a cloaked figure
Cutting it down?
Taking drastic measures, taking his biggest pair of scissors
Making an incision we won’t even feel. The loss
Of missing out on what could be a wonderful union
Borne out of a tiny red string tied
To our pinky fingers.