some things
will
forever

be mine

the warm glow of familiar places where you have never been,

the joys and wonders of sensations dragging years of accumulated memory that you cannot remember, because you hold your own

the melancholy that slips behind the face of certain words

the tender, sweet appeal of that certain way you smile, breath, and move -

all these things are only mine,
there is no way for you to know


i used to wish it was not so
that union could be deeper, break
this personal distinction, keeping
soul unmixed from soul,

but now i treasure it, and
ponder all the beauty
this truth holds:

that tightly as we hold each other
and deeply as we love
as much as soul joins hand with soul
and dances life's sweet symphony in duo
through the passing of each cloud
we still are two
separate
beings
wanting nothing more and nothing less than to live and breath

and die as one

the unmitigated separation
lends a sharper intake to the soft, sweet edge of pain
when we discover at the end
we two were never twain
in heart, in life, in purpose, in eternal destiny
for we share a mutual Maker and a mutual agony
while still our feeble bodies wend their way to join above

to God
the one and only
perfect union for our soul

a tiny little picture - our longing to be one -
finds all its true fulfillment in eternity to come