what keeps together the ones who love?

would love ever be enough?

how do we build the walls that

day after day, brick after brick

turn the other into a stranger?

what bars the proximity of the intimate word?

when the spontaneity of tenderness is lost?

where is the strength that keeps the flame alive?  

how does inertia dictate the rhythm of a life?

is there a fine thread that sows

the persistence of the souls?

at what point does the unimportant steal

the place of what truly matters?

what cold distance is this

bigger than any other distance?

why is it so hard to talk?

why do we lose the sweet touch of each other’s eyes?

why so much resistance, armor, veneer?

why does such indifference reverberates so much?

why don’t we listen with our hearts?

why?

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would the purity of love

be enough

to transform

the sadness of the other

into a life that pulses?

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