Aug 27, 2007 21:30
and so this is the result of my heart being pulled around so quickly.
my heart being
elated and then neglected, broken and then mended -but only halfheartedly
and with fine print stitched in: "this affirmation of my immediate feelings does not come with a promise for our futures together" -
this is the result of this freezing and thawing of our unity:
i am left in silly conversations held over cell phones, whispered in back yards,
my voice and a man's laughing maniacally for five minutes because although we are in separate states
we can see the same moon, and realize we should stop describing it to each other.
he says, over the phone, "i hate it when people say small world,"
and my poor, tenderized heart leaps and bounds!
because so . do. I ! and clearly we're soul mates.
I mend my own heart with strings like this. And when you return you'll untie them again
but at least I got to laugh at the moon one night.