The distance between the promise/possibility/MAYBE concerning the fate of our hearts is unbearable.
The promise that of promises that you are sipping your morning coffee Eating a too toasted bagel Maybe making love to someone you think is the "one", YOUR ONE. Waiting for the clock to stop ticking Begging for the world to become silent Praying the woman lying next to you to be your forever.
But then the clock resumes The noise commences The woman kisses you tenderly on the mouth and whispers "I don't think I can do this anymore".
You kindly escort her out You make a bad cup coffee You burn your everything bagel wrestling with the piercing thoughts "I should really just give up"
But then maybe you think of someone like me..
Someone who could make you laugh Someone who fills the room with her vibrato and her heart Someone who you will grab your burnt bagel and add her favorite jam and tell you she'll make it work and sprinkle some brown sugar in the cup of coffee to make it easier for you to stomach. Someone who you lie beside at night knowing she was there all along Just in a different bed Across town, wiping her tears from heartbreak wondering if you even exist.
And then we'll both wake up in the morning Reach for each other impulsively or maybe already find ourselves entangled in one another The clock is still ticking but we are thankful for its madness Because despite all the time we spent mending out wounded, blistered hearts We lie here together and our inner spirits whisper "Thank you for not giving up".