What we know for sure about love
After 10 years, is not that much really.
Just that it changes you, even if for
so long when we were young we swore
it wouldn’t. Just that the movies and
books were true: that it feels like
home except that what home means
to us is shaped & spun & stirred and
therefore home is not a place, which
we already knew but neither is it
a person; instead it is the spirit
in which we move through life. We
move through life. There are stretches
of good days and there are other
stretches, though shorter and less
frequent, of very good days and
sometimes there is one bad day
after another piling up like untended
dishes in the kitchen sink and all
these days, the halcyon days and
the shadow days, succumb to one
another and hand in hand we swing
back and forth between them
like a pendulum. It would be
unbearable—we would be dizzy and
untethered and throwing up on the
side of the road, cars whizzing past,
nobody stopping to ask are you ok—
if we didn’t have each other to hold
on to. We hold on. The years swirl
around us like dust and we wait
for them to settle into the parts of us
that don’t know much, not really,
but know there will always be more.
♡