When you love someone
It’s a very small world
Because exploring doesn’t frighten you as much
Because reaching out to other people doesn’t seem as hard
Because strangers look like friends
And friends look like family
And family redefines itself
It stretches
It expands
It reaches
Like words reach down
To mean bigger things
Or maybe just
To mean exactly
What they should have meant
All along
Comfort, Joy, Laughter
Hope, Affection, Bright
Smile, Kindness, Tears
You can touch the walls
On either side
Of anywhere
Knowing there isn’t a way to fall
And if you do
You’ll fall back in love
Realizing someone was ready
If the walls gave out
There are places you thought you’d never see
That come into view
And things you gave up on
That materialize
After years and years
You found someone who loved you
You big old fool
How could anything be impossible
After that
Suddenly there are no more
Things You’re Missing Out On
Just things you’ll get to later
And whatever you truly miss
You were never meant to find
In the first place
You have someone
Who holds your feelings
Who tells you stories
Who records your history
Alongside their own
There are countries
And heavens
And underwater kingdoms
And underwater kingdoms
And ice and heat
And panoramic lifetimes
That used to belong
To more adventurous people
People without fear
People who had someone
To hold their feelings
And now you’re those people
Aren’t you?
Poetry would tell us
About waking up
Next to someone
And how it’s a gift
But if we’re being honest
Every day you wake up
Not in someone else’s arms
Because eventually
Sleeping reasserts itself
As a solitary thing
Legs kick
Snoring develops
Bedsides are chosen
No, instead, you wake up
In someone else’s world
And what a world it is
How modestly endless
How tremendously small
Because love can take a world
And shrink it down
While spreading it out
All at the same time
It can make a lifetime
Seem endless
And instantaneous
It can gather you up
And take you
Wherever you need to go
And though you’ve heard it
All your life
It really is a small world
After all
But what you never heard
Was that love
Is what makes it that way
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