Symbiosis

The music speaks of symbiosis, my heart the size of an ocean, empty without you now. It’s not just a want, no simple catastrophe, but a need, an explosion, the draughted forest is on fire. You are the water and the arsonist, cause and effect, beginning, ending, opening, closing, doors slamming, nights spent clinging like a child to your chest, a crescendo crashing down on us, our own destructive insanity fresh on a blank page, our misunderstandings dancing through long division, the rise and fall of breath and whispers saying “Don’t ever let me go.” Codependency that we signed the dotted line for, you buy the detergent and I do the laundry, you give the love and I give it back, and now that electrical surge of a circuit, of the cosmos, the code in our DNA. It’s the beauty in the things we cannot understand. Ushered by a hand beyond us, the galaxy twists, our atoms shiver, and we find that our love keeps on going. It is infinite, and we are infinite. We become the mysterious forever when we remain a “we.”