A Haibun
You fear a connection–the two of us, prone to falling before we should. It’s inevitable. In time, there will be wishes made to make us something we cannot become. I see it in your eyes, a glimmer of hope; a piece of understanding that things will probably turn out the way that they are meant to and not how we would like them to be. How odd, is it not? How love can stand in a pool of want and drain into a sea of forgetfulness… It is the manifestation of the elder mothers, wanting what is best for the girls who came after them, for their lineage to remain steadfast and strong enough not to break. But, we are cracking at the seams, splitting in two–two women yearning for affection when love stands in the air waiting for us to breathe it in. If only we had the strength to grab it and hold on. If only we could move out of the way, disappear to a place where minds remain open. If only we could…
I won’t deny it–
I am attracted to you
In time, love will win.
“ a piece of understanding that things will probably turn out the way that they are meant to and not how we would like them to be” – oh god yes! I get this. (Sigh) beautiful, Tre.
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Thank you, Lisa.
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It is indeed mind-boggling “how love can stand in a pool of want and drain into a sea of forgetfulness”. This tugs at the heartstrings, my dear friend.
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*big hugs* All of that, a reminder at how… suddenly we can lose love before we’ve even had it.
Thank you for reading and responding, Mags. 🖤
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((((HUGS))))
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That’s so beautiful, Tre.
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Thank you. 💜
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My pleasure. 🙂
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