Made For One Another

MADE FOR ONE ANOTHER

As the hands turned a notch with a click
As the sand slipped through and settled
They noticed that they could never
Approach very close to Love
…..(and we speak of the real kind here
…..not the sham kind, the self-centred
…..the shameful masquerades)
Without the tear ducts stirring

As the hands turned a notch with a click
As the sand slipped through and settled
Inch by inch they learned
Found the courage
Not to turn away
But envelop the pain
And embrace
Wet cheek to wet cheek

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on April 26, 2019, in Poetry and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. 15 Comments.

  1. Years of it sometimes before it is healed. Well done.

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  2. Feeling this one, Ben…. As Bela says, “well done” !

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Struck me to the core. The best And worst kind.

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  4. Touching and profound.

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