As strong as rubber bands
stretched taut
we too had a thing going on between us.
What was it
that cannot be defined in poems
as easily as defining so many other things

Too tight, it would snap and sting
you said I listened
Boundaries are like this I said
not elastic, yet tightly closing us in,
into definite spaces
often unable to test the limit. We did though

But we did clamber through every loophole,
met at the mountain top of emotions
sailed the tumultuous sea
and finally settled
in each others arms.

Looking back at the journeys log
There are endless pages of warmth
held together with rubber bands of love!

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