A Poem for a Wedding
I don’t know how
but I woke up this morning to find a piece of string growing out of my heart.
It surprised me. I know my heart well.
I couldn’t see the end but I felt a pull and so I followed it.
Of course, it led to you.
To this ; a moment attached.
To say I’m in love would do us an injustice.
To say I’m bound sounds clinical.
Whatever this means I know I’m stuck with you
till I break and snap and connection collapses.
But it’s grown so far down within myself,
I can feel your heartbeat in my belly.
I like it.
I really like it.
I like having you so close, without suffocating.
I am free but I am yours.
I am known but I can grow.
What a delight it is, this little piece of string that ties my heart to yours.
I promise to never let it break, to pull you closer when it starts to fray,
It’s too late to grow apart now, our hearts have made a decision.
When you’re gone, the string will snap and I will bleed the rest
because we’re one and the same.
Together and apart.