Love

I could love your image until it shattered under the pressure of my expectation. A sea of worry and doubt rolled into this bond they call marriage. The water is always calmer in retrospect and yet when do we ever take the time to look back and appreciate the end of a weathered storm. Still I feel your presence where it matters, a twin beating of the soul. I call it not a heart. For we own more than that, as we lock our treasured moments safely away at night. It is then, when the possibility of loneliness creeps upon our shoulder, that we hear that sound or that voice. That is the sound of love.

-OM

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38 thoughts on “Love

  1. I loved this. the perspective, the writing. beautiful. happy new year.

    “The water is always calmer in retrospect and yet when do we ever take the time to look back and appreciate the end of a weathered storm.”

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  2. This is beautiful, practical and poignant all at once. You do well to describe it on so many levels in a short piece like this.

    The lines I love best are these ones:

    “Still I feel your presence where it matters, a twin beating of the soul. I call it not a heart. For we own more than that, as we lock our treasured moments safely away at night.”

    One of the reasons I think those lines speak to me the most is because of the loss of my husband. The words can apply to the living, but they can also bridge the gap to those dearly loved partners gone on ahead of us, because there we are speaking even more surely about souls bound by love and memories of treasured moments.

    Thanks for that gift……

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