After those heady days in the beginning
Yeah! Those of the dancing on air kinds!
Landed on ground face first
For there is no easing into a fight.
I still remember the shock and pain
I just can’t recall why we argued at all!
We were two mature adults
Yet fell into the usual trap
Of assumptions and presumptions
Of mind reading
Always expecting the other to be a step ahead
But the underlying love
Never wavered nor doubted
As our yin and yang
Tried to match steps with the other.
Now after all these years
We still sometimes fall through the cracks
But the bond which makes us a whole
Seeps into those cracks
Sometimes papering over them
Most times filling them
Adding substance to our separate flaws.
We are two imperfect beings
Fitting into each other beautifully
Apart we wither,
Together we bloom, thorns and all.
Day 11: Falling through the cracks