Late
It remains a mystery
How to manage the real physical pain
Announcing itself from inside, punching at the soul
Brain and body responding to the ineffable nature of life’s complexity.
Precisely because of you
Life cannot ever look the same
From germination--first coffee, a car ride, lunch
Cocktails, a kiss--Now lives something of uncertain form or substance.
Holding tightly this gift
Offered to us by unknown angels
(Unless a joke, designed by scheming spirits
Laughing, making the timing wrong then wrong still and wrong again)
The idea still baffles
That somehow I became a choice
You really wanted, and then embraced so fully
Joyfully I basked, without understanding the reality, late to grasp truth
In time fighting less
Wrestling with rigid notions long held
Holding me away from the open path before us
Intensity and wonder producing a radiant beacon in a dark world
Torn bleeding and raw
Heartfelt salve available to repair the injuries
Not knowing if arriving late to the fullness of Love
Precludes tending healable wounds while a new heart stakes its claim
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