My dear familiar,
come stand a little closer
that the tether between us
may hang slack.
Come stand a little closer
and with love we will tie a bow,
so loosely
so fragile
as to be easily undone.
Oh now my dearest,
we need not cut our ties
when the circumstances of life
pull us apart,
as they are wont to do.
And though apart we stand
I will feel the familiar tug
that draws us together
and together we will come
again
and
again
until the motions become
so familiar
as to make dance of it.
May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 7:46 AM UTC
My dear familiar,
come stand a little closer
that the tether between us
may hang slack.
Come stand a little closer
and with love we will tie a bow,
so loosely
so fragile
as to be easily undone.
Oh now my dearest,
we need not cut our ties
when the circumstances of life
pull us apart,
as they are wont to do.
And though apart we stand
I will feel the familiar tug
that draws us together
and together we will come
again
and
again
until the motions become
so familiar
as to make dance of it.
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