Do you love me?
When you pour into my cup
and sing me a song
When you cook the eggs
just runny for me
When you hold my hand
and tell me
“I love you”
Are you saying
Truly
With your heart filled to the brim
That what you feel
Is that elusive thing we call
Love?
How can I know
For sure
That behind your pale eyes
The love you feel is the same as
Mine?
Does it feel as secure and deep
Formless and unwavering
Absent of “me”
But full of “you”?
Does it bring to mind the same memories?
The recognition
of each other’s essence,
The difficult nights
The shared pain
Or the embraces we fall into?
Will there ever be a bridge to carry me to your world
Across the void that words and gestures
Leap at but never cross?
Can I ever know the secret to certainty
That the enduring happiness I feel
Is not mine but our’s?
Love
it seems
like all beliefs
takes a wisp of faith
to anchor each of us
to our humanity
and ties the islands
of our lives
together
as one