Pages

Separate, we each keep pages within the book of faces.

Alone, we abide in the crowded tome.

As desperate loneliness grabs at us,

we see pages appear in our paths.

Your words touch my soul and mine touch your heart,

so we search the caverns for each other.

Finally we find the authors we were pursuing.

We spill out our words and piece them back together,

until we decide together that it is time to leave the book.

As we exit, the ink on our pages fades,

and we put them away, their purpose fulfilled.

Hand in hand and heart in heart, we seize the world.

You are the peanut butter to my asparagus.

Finally, I found the one who held the rest of my heart,

the piece that I missed most desperately.

At last, you found the one who would fill your soul,

the hollow you wore was finally completed.

We are each other’s destiny; the world succumbs to our odyssey.

Mountains rose to block our path to the light,

but we knocked them down with our strength, together.

You share with me your knowledge, I share with you my strength.

Just as we were about to stride into forever,

the lemon set about its heinous attack.

Together we triumphed against the dreadful onslaught,

but the battles left me scarred and broken.

You did not give up on me, but you could have.

A lesser author would have written a new page.

With the lemon conquered and the pages still dormant,

we remain attached and complete in each other

and we bring the world to its knees before us.

Together. Forever. Plus a day.