Me, Undone

Do some of us remember that we made that choice once before to leave that place for now which is broken and separate and wish that maybe we would have thought of more before the fall Is that us? The perennially discontent. I've heard stories of those who have returned for a few moments only to be pulled back into decay. They say they tear at their robes and gnash their teeth. Swear to one I have never felt such stranger like. I remember. And for that, nothing here will ever be enough. Nothing.

that is the thing about love every once in awhile  in just a common, artless moment  it awes again while sleeping your left hand broke free and found its way to me i woke my heart untied in to  two