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we spent years fumbling about in the dark, blind and unknowing, grazing the walls with our hands, feeling for something, anything, for comfort, for assurance, for something to hold on to. but what did that ever do for us, when did you ever find that there was a place for you to wrap your fingers around. it was tiring and you lay on the ground in resignation, limbs outstretched and uncaring to the tips. doze off. and suddenly appears in your palm something you did not realise you'd been looking for, a piece that fits in places you were unaware of as naturally as we comprehend the words we offer each other, different as the worlds we've seen may be, and as snugly as your arm around my waist, or the side of my head against your chest, or your fingers intertwined with mine, et cetera, et cetera. i will probably never be whole but perhaps with you i might come a little closer.