Hands couldn’t be kept to ourselves
together or apart, reaching out through keyboards
and twining through years,
always finding home
in one another’s warmth.
The fighting to journey back
back to our heartspace,
chambers joined and arteries unlocked
grew too much
after struggling for such a weary while.
Our hearts attacked
and now we are left with the wreckage.
You are partially paralyzed
and I am mute.
You once said to me
that you weren’t sure we would
survive our love.
I hadn’t known it then,
how the light-giving, nurturing fire
can turn into devastating, decimating blaze
with just a change of the wind.
Thank God I know now.