A month ago broken
yet we still exist.
Those words that were spoken
by Aaron persist
In shaping our future;
his words were not wasteful.
His words were a cougar
that fed on the faithful.
His words were confession
to me as his priest.
His words were a question
to my ears bequeathed.
His words begged an answer;
I wept as I gave it.
Our love had a cancer
but we sought to save it.
He by admission
and I by permission…
We both fought to save us
from death by attrition…
The pain from his past
held our love in a casket…
For future transgression
he begged with a question
I responded when asked it:
“You need it? Then have it.”
The distance between us
once traveled would heal us,
And words that were spoken
could not now conceal us,
And so we embraced
what would now become real,
Free from the pain that
we both had to feel,
Free to make choices
denied before changes,
To use our own voices
describing new strangeness,
The action is called;
we respond to sensation…
The laws of attraction
beyond transformation.
Written by Jason Wright
July 25, 2017
