we dance like                                 y
tiny paper kites                         l
seeing how high we can    f
just to get a taste of the  
                                       s     k     y
before the pull of g
                                  r
                           ­     a
                                  v
                      ­          i
                                  t
                                y       comes

and we feel again the
                                    e     a     r     t     h ‘   s     hum.

.
                    Time,
                    space
           ­         and everything in between.

                    Heartaches,
                    tea­rs
                    and secrets that don't come clean.

                    Gambols,
                    laughter­
                    and smiles beaming keen.

                    Deep thoughts,
                    aloneness
                    and the dark places we've been.

                    Handholding,
                    carel­ess hugs
                    and ready shoulders to lean.

                    Reckless stabs,
                    impulsive jabs
                    and caustic words we don't mean.

                    Contentment,
                    count­ing blessings
                    and hope we can glean.

                    You,
                    me
        ­            and everything in between.

.

I don't hate you.

          I just hate the hurt
              
                         you contributed to.