Cord of Communion
“it is as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in the corresponding quarter of your little frame. And if that boisterous channel, and two hundred miles or so of land some broad between us, I am afraid that cord of communion will be snapt; and then I've a nervous notion I should take to bleeding inwardly. As for you, - you'd forget me.”
-Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre
This closeness we share has become a duality of sorrow and happiness,
Expressing doubt undoubtedly,
You see I am no machine for indifference
Love me, please,
And express it so,
For when we turn our separate ways
You shall cease to hate me when I go
You will feel the tug of want in the tightening cord between us
I will see that you have tested me and knowingly I will fail
I will fail to live without you,
I will bleed, and then you shall win
So that you may never test me again
In desperation I plea,
With every effort I can conjure
I plea that you take my heart
Before you take to the skies
I want to see the world with you
I want to dream with you
Live with you
Care for you
Hold you
Know you
Warm you
Please,
Tell me you want the same
Or go!
Leave,
Flee, and fly. . . .
This cord of communion is tight enough to break
But it is also tight enough to hold us together forever
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2015
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