We Are

We are the hollows of our throat.

As deep as the oceans, but as far as the shores.

The words that seem to roll off your tongue

Seem to slide into mine,

As though I was yours

As though you were mine

Then I was yours

Then you were mine

Until we no longer know which end begins and follows.

We are the stars in the tapestry above

Individually burning but we are constellations.

Far apart yet seem to reach out.

Ablaze and burning, raging, raging, raging.

We are the days and the minutes

The table-time discussions

The wonder and the wander

The names that we breathe down our neck.

How much more love is there to give?

A break and a pause, and semantic satiation.

A beat, a step, and repeat over again.

As days come shorter, and weeks much faster

We anticipate, restless and longing.

We are the spaces that we fill in between.

We are the words that never lacked meaning.

Days come nearer, my dear, I will be the wave and you the shore.