Clutching with intensity
What cannot be held
Holding with greedy dissatisfaction
The fabric of our fantasy
Avaricious to fill the emptiness
Of a soul disconnected from itself
Believing ourselves alone
We grasp another disconnected emptiness
Clutching a fantasy
That cannot be held
Devouring another disconnected soul
To find fullness
We name this love
Yet love
Cannot be held
It is a gift given with open hands
From a soul connected to itself
A soul who knows it is not alone
And from its fullness gifts love
You have such wisdom, love cannot be held in desperation and must be given freely. 🙂