Love & Be Loved

The greatest thing one can learn, is to love and be loved in return. Or so I've heard. Yet love is not without its incidents, accidents, and happenstance. Love is but a moment and infinity. It is a cry of suffering and of paradise...It cannot be, then, that love, given and taken, is the greatest thing.

At best, it is a makeshift thing.

I loved her. Yet we are no more.
Perhaps it is better this way. Perhaps it is not.

In her absence, I'm wide open--soul exposed--my outlook less than hopeful. I am uncertain of what my direction is...So I walk all directions. No sense that I've bitten off more than I can chew, or that I could choke on my own ambitions...I spin and spin, and where I'll stop...There is no stop, only go.

I want to say to her: 'We crashed, we banged; we are forever changed. But, please, will you know me again?'
And I want her to say to me: "No. Go Away."

And away I'll go...to spin once more.

I will know then that love is a funny, fickle thing--neither a possession or a right. I will know, too, that to give love is to receive love...and to receive love is to give love. But, above all, I will know that love is best sewn and grown with the devotion and compassion of, not one, but two gardeners. And when in bloom, this love must be tended to, lest it wither into an hollow husk unfit for the flood that's only just begun....

©2009 RA