Loving Me, Loving You

Empathy is my closest lover, and enemy.


So intricate, so infinite, so excruciating. It's madness ongoing as you hold love for so many, yet the deep loves last for eternity. The years, they turn their back on us one-by-one. But some years take a glance back, and the ache is immense.

All the while the present is aching your bones to the breaking point. What a blissful pain. There is no place I'd rather be, but it runs from you and I. Through the crisp October air it sits across the field. Sitting upon the grass and staring up at the stars, coming out through a perse sky. I turn, and my eyes fill with you and we kiss, all the while time rots us, and the world around us.

You dance for me and the wind begins to blow, and it quenches me like the first water that touched lips. Your dress flirting with the wind, your shoes dangling from my fingers. And you're giggling, we're giggling and I look away to take it all in. Nothing really matters when you're in love.

But it's an entity now, love. Will you ever come back to me, love? Wholly, and complete I mean. Fall leaves roll across the field. Still hanging onto life even though they've separated from the branch. They dance too, in relativity. Yet there I sit alone looking up at the stars, you're gone now. I looked away for a moment and you floated up into my constellation. Shoes still in hand and a giggle in my ear.

Rotting. Love is your heart. Your face. It changes shape with time and bodies, and the chase seems neverending. The center of the chest, a cage for love.

And love is immense...