We get so wrapped up
In being individuals
Distinct and different
Apart from each other
Paradoxically we crave completeness
In togetherness, but
We portion out the love we give
In dribs and drabs
Tiny squibs
Limited love
Reduced in feel and scope
By each limitation and condition
We impose
Like trying to hold water in your hands
It drains away
When we could have just plunged into the river
And swum with the current
Of the timeless stream
David Trudel © 2012
