our friend says that she doesn't condone
our relationship, which of course comes
as no surprise, since few people would;
most anyone would see nothing but bad,
their view clouded, blocking out the good;
but we never sought this love, it
came as a bolt to hit the mark, and we were
both caught flat-footed, stunned by
what sprang up before us, consumed us;
and we chose,
yes, we chose,
not to deny it, which seemed a sin,
and probing deeper, we both came to believe
that we had been lovers before,
many, many times over millennia --
too much that fit so well, soulmates --
not in some pop-psych sort of way,
but in ways that are hard to put into words,
and we knew,
we just knew,
that we had been each other's before,
and pure chance had brought us together again,
after who knows how many lifetimes;
in this life, the most unlikely of couples,
but yet, such a perfect fit
in a world filled with imperfect puzzles;
we cannot explain the inexplicable,
nor can we apologize for this bond,
this love that runs so deep, so true --
who apologizes for real love, true devotion?
who turns their back on something so
magnificent, so rare, an unending pledge
to always be there?
we do not know where this path leads,
only that we must follow it,
embrace each other, and know, in the quiet,
still moments, that we were always
simply meant to be.
December 10, 2009, for the Wifey. Only you know, and I know.
Copyright © 2009, Ricky A. Pursley. All rights reserved.