"do you have to spend your life with someone for it to have meaning?"
am i enough
to fill the hollow emptiness
of my life
if i stretch my limbs
long enough
or if i scream
loud enough
into the void
to pierce the darkness
and have meaning
bounce back at me
instead of an echo
of something less?
you- you are enough,
you carry the meaning
of my life
in your hands
with more faith
than a prayer,
and you are simply
a life without end
that makes me
want to live
but you are not
the cookie cutter shape
of what life should be
but life itself—
the kind that grows roots
deep in the ashes of death
and takes shape
with wondering, wandering vines that twist
and fall off the page,
finding my hand
and pulling me into your garden
where you plant ideas
i've never seen before
with petals rich and soft
fading from red to orange to pink
like a sunset and sunrise
marking the days as they go by,
and i've never felt more whole
the days never slip past me
when you're there to
slow it and fill it
and place your love in vases,
because does life have meaning
if you don't even let it grow?
if you don't let it age and wilt
and only have the meaning remain
in the scents of peonies and prose,
you the lilac, and i the rose,
and let our lives die together
with a sunset to mourn us
and a sunrise to greet us
into the great unknown?
love,
mari