All the everythings. All the everywheres. All the onces.
Too much muchness.
Too much grief wrapped in devotion. Loyalty layered with uncertainty. Adoration enveloped in responsibility.
Love implodes.
Sucked out the airlock into the oxygen starved vastness of nascent vulnerability.
It drifts.
And becomes silence.
It freezes in the frigid temperatures of trauma’s memory.
Time stretches, elastic.
Pulling and contracting at once.
We sit quietly for quite some time.
Staccatoed static silently serenading us.
The noise awakens.
Crackling with current, circuits begin clearing.
I feel every fractional measure and moment.
She is me and I am her.
The quantum speaks.
I am the filter, the flickering fire, the family, firmly framed into the fabric of the firmment.
Love not fear is the voice that sings your soul’s deepest truth.
We are eternal,
our togetherness,
you and I.