there is an innate connection between us

me and him

me and her

 me and them – the others

though we’ve never met

they say they’re like clips on the soul

markings that scar our hearts

and plague our minds

stories of our lives

beautiful mornings and walking

and living, just living

passing through and in between and under

three words – I Love You

a separation in consuming flames

screaming and crying out

in fine clothes and at parties

smiling but dying in the dark

secret doorways hiding secret pains

bonds growing stronger, blocking out the sunlight

or binding us to heaven’s

receiving.

There’s just so much

and once you’re so tired of crying

and the mirrors begin to clear

and the silence resumes

god stops laughing

and you just wait

for a spark

for a noise

or for a color

if it’s catching the moments

of searing pain and confusion

that teach you life and death and love

and the unimaginable

becomes attainable