If regrets meant anything (which they don’t), I would regret not knowing this.
BROKEN THEY MUST BE
I feel the bands that stretch from you to me,
they are the meaning of my life.
With them I touch your soul and you touch mine,
they transform everything that’s me.
The intensity of joining is too strong,
the bands between us tighten every day.
You have your path and I have mine,
soon you must go and I will stay.
I can not gently pull away from you,
although I would wish for that to be.
The bands just stretch and gather strength,
and then once again you’re close to me.
Broken thy must be,
these bands between you and me.
Look not to right or left,
just lift high the heavy blade.
Now let it fall on that which is the both of us,
with a burst we are broken,
like a beam split in two.
A crash – and we fly apart,
like shattered glass,
or a shredded heart.
Pieces of glass
lost in the grass.