CORD OF COMMUNION

So, we've come to this point.
You say we're better off as friends.
I say, you're right.

But still, you're in my blood.
You are the blood that pumps through my veins
And into the heart that loved you.

"It's as if I had a string somewhere under my left rib, thightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in a corresponding corner of your frame."

How can I excise something so much a part of me?
something that I feel inside with every breath,
Every beat of my heart?
How can I leave a piece of myself
Behind on some distant shore?

And I cry (inwardly):

"If that boisterous channel and 200 miles of land come broad between us, I'm afraid that cord of communion should be snapt. And...I should take to bleeding inwardly." *

But no.
I hold myself back.
My dreams of us were only hopes and wishes
Manifest on a plane of unrequited love.

It will hurt,
But I have to cut the cord and bleed
Because it's for the best.

* (quotes excerpted from "Jane Eyre" by Charlotte Bronte).

(1-25-2002)
(rev. 2-15-2002)