The Nothing

 

One day, 

   I will tell the story of you and I.  For yet it has hardly begun. 

My tongues are piercing. Seething. Tied. 

  My heart bound.  

Caged where you have long stolen it's key. 

She is forged, a template of bronze and steel...

  An iron mask tempered around as Armor. 

One day...

  When this is past.  

I will tell our children how mommy made it last. 

  

Imprinted upon them, 

  Shall our love be- 

  A tell-tale of God's miracle; 

  For what is Love? 

Is it this? 

I would much rather relay the miraculous appraisal 

  Rather than narrate 

 an opportunity missed. 

  Where I had become hollow...

The Nothing now fills that void. 

  I am whatever you make of me, Beloved: 

A mirror and path of divinity. 

Had it long been, however...

  My cherished wish; 

  To pacify the electric pulse between us. 

To put an ending to our magnetic pull, 

    Opposition of Poles...

  and see where gravity will fall. 

One day I hope to relay a miracle. 

  A sacred scroll of love between two. 

I admit, Darling, it is lofty. 

  What say it of you?