call for a rendezvous

it is possible to forget that there are memories of people
when such said people go away from you. when they leave no trace. no trails. and life assumes a sense of calm.
in the gut, the gut misses the adventure. the tumult. the rage and roar of the ram.

then
such memories as were asleep, are poked and prodded to wakefulness.
what a cruel thing to have happen to you. just such a situation.

and cinder-ella flinches, BIGLY!

the love we are given

a baby girl came into the world
her mother and father young and unsure:
'do we want to be together?'
'because of her?'
'for her?'
'must we?'

what love there was seems doomed to be lost in the sea of responsibility, because it will threaten their youth(because they are young), their peace and love of peace.
baby girl will cry
and the young shaky father will ask
'was she my soul-mate, must she be, must i make her be?'

i see them and smile.
because i had a soul-mate. and i let him go.