Encompass

Life conspires against us without ever really trying.
We can only look at Her and tell ourselves
that it's fine    it's ok    that we don't mind.
We fill distance with intermittent transmissions
to better solidify the bonds we profess to.
How many ways can we say
love? How many ways can we say
you? How many ways can we say
I? Those words are limited in what
they can convey. We are limited
by time and physical need but feed
on that which has no physical presence
but whose effects are felt
in the same way a still pond
with a thousand pebbles thrown
into it at once. What is the point
of describing the longing desire
that makes one ache and yearn?
There is a point. We can understand
each other in this way. The I and you
does not have to be us. It can be anyone.
But for now let us say a simple sentence
to one another. Three syllables can be
the whole of the world.