Adieu - Part 3
I never spoke of it again, but whenever I thought
Of it after that, I would remember that look on your face,
Filled with love and kindness and temperament,
And an intent to do whatever was needed
To make it otherwise, but framed in the same
Utter certainty that it would not be enough,
That it would never be enough.
That I would never be enough.
That true love, and soul-mates, and perfect love,
And physical ecstasy, and the sharing of music and familiarity,
And joys and life and love and words and meals,
And walks on the beach and family and children,
And happiness and sadness and fun and fights,
And everything that made being US
And being in love, and being together,
So incredibly EASY and perfect and fine ...
Would never, ever be enough.
That no matter how many times over the
Period of the rest of our lives that we thought of
Each other, and remembered how incredibly
Wonderful it was to just be US,
No matter how many times our hearts
Would ache and long for that simple feeling of
Being completely COMPLETE,
No matter how many times we realized
That we had once had something that many other
People never get to experience in a
Lifetime of searching for it,
But can only dream about and hope for,
No matter how many times we'd be
Reminded of each other by a
Song or a sight or a smell,
No matter how much those things would
Forever more pull our hearts inside-out
With a secret longing, a longing we
Dare not mention to another soul ...
No matter how often we recalled
Each other with warmth and kindness
And love and soft, joyous recollection,
No matter how many times
We would be brought to the realization
That we should have tried harder,
That what we had was imperfectly perfect
And powerful and EVERYTHING,
That it was worth FAR more than
What we could ever express
Or Imagine,
It would never ...
Ever ...
Be ...
Enough.
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