The love in soft touches..!

It is a more noble thing to fall out of love than to fall into love.

Falling in love is an art accentuated by the loneliness of two people.

There is a fire that burns between them that is filled with the kerosene

of common passions.

Bonds that unite them in something that they think will last forever.

She will board a bus to some far away place like Canada.

He will wait for her night after night, sleeping and eating nothing until her return.

And when she walks towards him with shakes in her hands

and death at the tips of her toes, he will still love her.

But the love itself will not be so young.

The love will evolve into small kindnesses enacted in soft touches.

It will no longer rip the seams of clothing but instead unfold

in a slow meeting of lips.

Love is no longer ravenous.

But the falling apart will start as soon as love grows.

The falling apart will be graceless, all the months

of waiting thrown away in the sharp sting of a few words.

They will lose each other in the overwhelming silence as each departs.

The distance between them will uncoil and soon they will be shadows.

Unrecognizable to each other except for a faint pulse.

The affirmation of their humanity.

And that is all they will have left.

The decision is simple: do you hold that small infant of emotion

that you have left for someone, or do you let it wither in the still, cold dark?.!