IX

It all will fall, fall right into place.

VIII

H E A R T   P T 3 .

There is love. But is it enough? To brighten the darkest dark… from a distance…  is it enough? To heal the deepest wound – bruise, cut, break, sore… without ever touching or seeing or knowing the full extent of injury. Is it enough? Love that doesn’t know what it is dealing with. Ignorant love. Love that loves anyway. Is it enough?

I’m telling you that it is. I have seen, felt, known. Tested and tried and I have found that it is.

But nothing of proof. Nothing concrete, nothing absolute.

There is nothing. But my words, and my love. 

VI

H E A R T .

What are the desires of my heart? Who can say, or number them, or locate them in anatomy. If my heart hurts where do you rub? What is its geography? If its grief: a little to the left, up one ventricle and down the other side. If its heartbreak: just that fissure down the very middle, could we patch that up? How does one search the hearts depths? A flashlight too bright and a candle too likely to burn. No valve would let you through to poke inside and find what you’re looking for. What do I want, what do I feel, how much and why… None of these can be dug out or wrestled into the open. No. The heart is not a mystery that can be explored. It is a mystery.

IV

How long can you coexist with someone that you like but don’t love. Know but don’t fully comprehend. Tolerate but never actually enjoy. Try and attempt and pursue and hope but never ever prevail.

Some hearts and minds and bodies and souls were just never made for communion. But how long can you coexist with someone that you shouldn’t?

And what if an event, or a circumstance, or one of life’s many curveballs throws all-of-the-above full in your face? What then.

How long can you coexist with someone that you like, know, tolerate and hopefully pursue, but with whom you just cannot reconcile.

How long until some such event, circumstance or situation arises to take both of you and your hopefulness out.

And when that moment does arise – what do you do?

Do you regroup, rebuild, re-evaluate, regain lost hopefulness and restart the cycle? Or do you stop.

Stop.

Stop, dear heart. Stop.

Don’t keep on keeping on – stop.

If only we human’s had as much courage to stop as we did to continue.