The Blood & The Bones

We speak of forever..

And I only know what it means to me.

A meaning that only took shape once I had leaned all the way in.

It means that we were and we shall be.

And that we have been and we have lived.

In many places. And times. And bodies.

We exist there, now, beyond, from before.

And even where time was not a friend.

Learning that it does not wait or end.

But here, in this room, by this window, in the cold of an early April day, we make it stop momentarily and it is enough to fill eternity.

In sickness and in health.

In life, in death.

And the heaven we have made.

But not hell for we have left it’s shackles and even though I know myself to be strong enough…

I could not go back as going back would mean you and I had never been.

And the fingers that searched, mouths that spat blood, glances that did not connect…

They all led us to this. This union. This spring. This moment.

It will end, just like all the rest. But it shall not be taken.

For I will have you here, just as blue has met green in your eyes, and home has changed meaning.

Like flowers that realize they must part from the earth yet still bloom from their beginning..

Or how the moon never asks the sun to wait and one leads the other from night to day

And how some paths can cross for long enough to be enough, if they never met again.

A moment. An existence. An everafter.

In this place. In this bed. By this window. In the hazy light of morning.

Ours to carry, to hold, to bear.

And it is enough even if another would never be shared.

For it was only then that I finally understood what forever meant..

the blood

& the bones