I remember one of the lessons I learned about the human heart.
I remember when I learned that love didn’t obey rules and regulations.
One form of love, anyway.
We met and it was instantaneous.
The draw, the attraction, the connection.
Neither of us were models of perfection when it came to the human form,
But each mind was a good fit for the other,
And nothing else seemed to matter.
There was no flash of lightning,
But there was electricity.
A great divide separating us,
And no bridge.
It doesn’t happen to everyone,
But it does happen to some.
The meeting of someone you know would be a soul mate,
If they didn’t already belong to someone else.
I recall his saying, when we discussed the apparent connection,
that he was afraid we would end up hurting,
And I answered, “It’s inevitable. We will hurt, because we met and we already know we have to say goodbye.”
And we did.
We look at monarch butterflies and marvel at their beauty, but forget about their brief life-span.
Delicate wings and vibrant colors of a living thing that faces swift death through no choice of its own,
except that it is the proper order of things.
In a way, I’m blessed.
I experienced “it”.
The thing people talk about over coffee and gaze upon on silver screens and read about in books.
And in a way, I’m not blessed.
Because I never got to savor or embrace it, or enjoy it.
Just like the monarch.
Hard to catch,
but wonderful to catch a glimpse of
Before it stops its fluttering