Some things are impossible to explain to others
Knowing someone so well that the words romance, love and commitments are inferior.
What is understood takes on all of life and it’s incidentals,
It envelopes past, present and future
Conversations put life in perspective and settle the soul
There are no words that describe it sufficiently
So it has to be kept inside to avoid misunderstanding
How can others expect to understand?
They want to keep what years have earned and rightly so
We wait, hope and wonder what to do with ourselves
While giving the respect and honor that is due.
Yet, while being just, there is a feeling of injustice and pain.
That something so valuable might be cast aside.
Or characterized as discontentment, boredom or malice.
Asking time to figure it all out
Hopefully it knows what it is doing.