C I R C L E S

There is a line, drawn by her
There is a line, drawn by him
There is a wall, built by her
There is a wall built by him

There is a line crossed, redrawn by her
There is a line crossed, redrawn by him
There is no wall, demolished by her
There is no wall, demolished by him

There is now a curtain, they each take a side
Sitting in observation, close enough to touch
They exchange emotions telepathically
Finding warmth in distant positions

There is a question, asked by her
There is a question, asked by him
The lines must erase, to receive answers
The curtain must part, to face fears

There is rejection, they have felt
There is the reflection, they have known
There is a reality, they have endured
There is fantasy, they have preferred

Lines and walls
Blurred and removed
Curtains and telepathy
Pain exchanged for hope

Reality and fantasy
Comforting and discomforting
Speaking silently, words tumble
Meanings erased, Thoughts lost

There is a knowing
In the absence of the walls
There is a caring
In the shadow of the curtains

They are puppeteers
Waving their hands
Inventing creatures
That move and touch
The other’s heart

Yes, she loves him
Yes, he loves her
Yes, she wants him
Yes, he wants her
Yes, love can be too good
Yes, love can be too true
To let go

Someday, these adorably awkward people will talk, meet, perhaps cry, perhaps laugh, at all the hard work they endured behind the scenes, to learn that the other was applauding them (nearly) the entire time. They’ll be joyful to discover the applause was not for show, but for the courage and integrity displayed when playing out their scripts. Open arms are guaranteed and consequences aside, each has already promised the other that their love and its belief in goodness, shall not take leave. Because it is love and it is good.

There is an implicit faith that unites them and wherever they choose to stand in life, whether above or below, they remain a circle of peace unto the other, that over time has grown to be impenetrable and unbreakable by forces within and outside of them.

The circle is the shape of their heart