Young Lovers’ excitement to know someone else better than they know themselves
To earnestly step out of our own heads and give willingly
They build a bridge to each other
each plank an honest attempt to love
“This is the best feeling in the world”
glowing ecstacy projects one thousand fold
burning our shadows to cinders
we knew not the sheer power of love
Young Lovers meet through the fog and behold each other anew
as alike as they will ever be, as different to all they had previously known
the fog thickens, the padlock binds the pact
The sun melts the fog, its amber glow,
the sun sets, the Lovers leave together,
“Same time tomorrow, just after sunrise?”
“Always and forever”
Young Lovers on the bridge
knowing not the sheer power of love,
existing anew in the mist.
as unalike, as different as they could ever imagine
to each other, to everyone they had known.
Nothing else exists; until Something else exists.
there’s safety on this bridge, it’s ours
“Same time tomorrow, just after sunrise”
Nothing else exists until Something else exists
Young Lover half way across the bridge
Transformed. Strange. Foreign.
Looking at thick fog over the water
Are these really gifts if they’re the ghost of our memories?
Sentiments half remembered, phrases unfinished
Silent padlock bears witness to foreboding shadows
Weary planks no longer safe for walking
Young Lover waits and waits
Looking for the end of the bridge
and waiting for the sun to return
not knowing they were both always there
because what is, is always and forever
Fog obscures but cannot erase
When we were together, my former partner asked why I never wrote about him. Eight years later, the duration of our relationship, this came to me like a waking dream.