It’s all need-met and tree of life when it starts
Beating together, breathing together
jubilance, excitement and pictures of hearts
traveling as one, as birds of a feather
silence tears a hole
Words slap across the face
Pride watches unblinking
straining the ties strengthening the lies
nothing can truly be taken back or forgotten.
hands reach out again for each other.
Needs not met can still be cared
for hearts drawn become hearts shared
I think it’s great.