Ink Stained Soul…

I can’t discount the ways you show up.
The words and actions don’t always match.
I often am confused, that much is true.
Evidence is there.
In small ways.
Love is underlying.
Always that is what we say.
Sabotage is also a language spoken far to frequently.
Fear or something else I can’t put my finger on.
Appreciation for one another, undeniable.
Watching one another heal and hurt in the same breath.
Still not together, but more than friends.
Something deeper and yet in this world too far apart.
A paradox we are.
Closer than most humans ever get and share our time or beds with others that require less.
The anchors for one another and yet we never set sail as one.
What a mess we make for those that try to get where we easily fall in place to with each other.
That is us.
Souls bound in trust and faith but not able to find the right road.