Once, Love
Feb 22nd, 2008 by Ree Joy
Love is finding someone to hold,
never to own; the missing part of you
you never had, the one you wished you’d found
just after you discover
you were not meant to be alone, the part
you’d never have recognized if you’d chosen
another way but the one you now follow.
Love is a face, a smile, a soul
in the distance; a movie, a play,
the melody you hear you could have written
if you were halfway as expressive,
slugging it out with choices made, and their legacies,
far from where you’d rather be.
Love is the time you find
to give away; the wonder of words
you’ve always wanted to say, the beauty
of finding the one to say them for you instead.
Love is a meaning you achieve by the watching,
more, by the doing, the hurting you never inflicted;
the journey you make going away,
the path you follow
coming home.
How does one not fall in love with this, Ree? It’s perfectly beautiful, no matter how many times over I read it.
Thank you for writing it. :D