the many shades of uncoupling;
the freedom that tempts one to despise the bounds of love
or whatever you want to call it now;
the give and take of mutual adaptation now seem to leave a bitter taste;
that is how it goes – falling for the fallen on this side of the divide.
that’s just how it goes;
when two shapes merge to become one;
some edges are blurred in the one;
the realizations of uncoupling – finding and feeling that lost edge again;
it’s just one of those things; the bounds and the cross of love.