the end of all yearning
we were talking about how – at the first sign of love – life empties out and becomes an abyss in the shape of you – as if you were infinite. engulfed, i yearned. would i find in you my completion?
but i filled my days answering how i want to spend my time. my time, my life, my eternity if i had one. what would we give to be each of us, a god of time? and if we were gods, would i wish to spend my godhood with you?
and in this daydream, you became inessential. speechless with a mystery for a face. yearning alone solves no mysteries.