Thursday, 19 September 2013

There's Nothing Wrong Here

There’s nothing wrong here

Yes, you’re hurt, but that’s the point
To break open, to give up, to lay down your weapons
Your plans, your strategies, your objections
To finally say yes

It never had anything to do with working it out or understanding it
All you need do is see, and you’re already seeing

How could we have known?
It’s utterly innocent, and devastatingly beautiful

God is this
God is this floor, and this tune, and this cushion, and this nearly-cold tea
This pen, this hand, and this breath

Even the separation was never separate
Even the fading was always in full view
We’ve exhausted ourselves going precisely nowhere

Now we can hold hands and rest