and if the oceans would part
 and lead a path from me to you,
i swear i’d clutch our string of fate
like it’s the greatest game of tug of war
like the pull on my heart which loves to let you win. but when we fall into each other i know it’s already a shared victory
i would bear the blisters.
i’d live with the rope burn.
you know, i think i’ve seen you in my dreams.
but with a memory like mine, i know you best by the pull on my heart.
in the light from the sun. in reflections.
in my half smile that the Gods themselves fit your half into.
their final greatest puzzle piece.