The time moved stealthily on the astral plane.
Our souls sat on the banks of a calm river listening to it’s constant flow.
I looked at you as you stared into the distance;
Trying to disentangle the chaos in your head.
Our life journeys have always been in synchronicity,
I could feel the intense turmoil of painful emotions your soul was undergoing;
I had been there before and could feel it surging inside me again through you.
I wanted to tell you that I was a reflection of you,
I wanted you to know,
The beauty you saw in me was a mirror to what lay in your depth,
Under the raging whirlwinds of despair;
But not a word did I utter.
I simply intertwined my hands with yours,
My fingers lacing through yours,
Filling the gaps in between them;
Staring into the distance with you,
Letting the silence speak for itself.
We are still living in that plane sitting on those very banks,
Knowing it will take time.
I will wait for you to heal but those entwined hands in that quiet solitude,
Will be a reminder to you;
You won’t be alone,
As you heal your wounded self and make a steady progress.
The souls on that astral plane know,
There is no ME in this union,
It is either YOU or WE.
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