Woven
When I reach over
and touch your hand,
our fingers entwine,
and loose segments of me
begin to mend
and adhere to
broken segments of you.
My past, your past,
our defeated fathers, dispirited mothers,
sickle-celled self-hatred,
and disquieted memories dissapate
as our wan hearts swell
and we become whole.
No trite phrases can explain
how we regain virtuousness through love
and become all we were destined to be
in each other’s arms.
Shawn R. Jones
When I was in love, when he held my hand it felt just like this!All felt well with the world. Reflecting upon that time I simply hope he felt the same joy that I’d experienced…I just hope it was a shared joy.
Love you for putting this into words for all of us Shawn.
Sincerely & Appreciatively,
Renee F.
I really love your comment. I love the fact that you can look back on such a moment and still have it as a positive memory. Even if he did not feel the same way, it did not take away from the beauty of that moment for you. However, I truly believe your feelings toward each other were mutual during that time because you felt the love so deeply. Even though time has passed and feelings have changed, nothing can erase or replace that moment. Not every one can relate to such and experience–the intensity felt when two people deeply in love hold hands. Thank you, Renee : )
Beautiful!
Thank you, Tanya : )