Is it so much to ask, to want to find
A deep, intense connection to a man
Who’s strength of soul is great, his heart, his mind…
A second half, an ever steady hand?
To be so knit together, he and I,
That distance cannot sever, shift, undo
The bond of souls made strong by storm and time.
The understanding gained in “getting through”.
Perhaps this is impossible so young
And speaking soul to soul as angels can
With struggle and with time can only come.
And still, I ache for it with all I am.
The patience I don’t have—it wears me thin.I long for understanding. To begin.