Early on, one yearns for it ~
The chance to be alone,
Responsible
For only oneself.
Then, when opportunities arise
Enjoyment of separation?
Near impossible!
The invisible ties?
They bind.
~
Slowly,
O’er years
A distance, comfortable, grows wider.
‘Out of sight,’ somewhat acceptable,
For a little while, at least.
But as a day wears on,
Heartstrings tug.
And reunion comforts, Strengthening the ties.
~
Later,
Times apart expand
Enfolding days or even weeks.
But a sense of right is fragile
‘Til communion comes again,
The common threads more tightly knit, but subtly drape and flow.
~
Ultimately,
Success.
Independence.
Directions deviate.
Occasional convergence, is the norm
And the brief little whiles seem right.
Days spent together bring joy.
Those invisible ties woven into a loving comfort-cloth,
Growing ever more precious over time.
