Reality--

Damage that cannot be repaired, now or ever,

not by skill, or desire, or even love.

Things that one can't change, or do over.

 

Facades--

Wrapping ourselves in them, hiding what reality?

Our imperfections, insecurities,

personal tragedy or unspoken pain?

Too much truth?

Too much love? Or not enough?

 

Breaching pretense,

Scattering shards or slipping in silently...

Reaching inside, or reaching out...

Hands or eyes--meeting, clasping,

exchanging loss for love.

 

Facing the reality together,

perhaps it's not actually so unbearable

even if it's forever,

if it were to be shared.

 

Reality--

His acceptance... and my own.

Comforting, really.