When hallowed souls meet, an eternities
worth of a bond is shared.
I don’t believe my trepidation lies in
the face of uncertainty with it.
Or in the idea this could last indefinitely,
the gift of time is vast
and difficult for any of us to comprehend,
but what will be the end?
I think my concern sits peering in the corner.
wondering idly if I could
even handle a task that unfathomably large,
if I could always play nice.
Perhaps it’s a difficult pill for me to swallow
gentleness never came easy.
Perhaps it’s a shadow of a doubt creeping
round from the broken angles.
Or maybe it’s just that I was never taught,
I never learned how.