100 yards

It was a slow process,

But somewhere you wove into me

our strings together tangled

And our strands together made 100 yards

All balled up and ready

And somehow, they saw.

They said, forget this! Move on from this bunched up, rolled up, intertwined love! You forgot yourselves!

But there was no untangling

And no urge, no desire to see that self again

Only this new 100 yards would do.

We said, we can’t. We do not want to.

This is us. Red and blue together. A purple hue.

300 feet, still growing

Still fusing two worlds and more ready

Together tangled

Intertwined and raveled

Shaking their heads, they looked beyond us

Chewing on the moment

The piteous despair, youth gone,

There were still many torments to come

100 yards can be so sweet

A pair is stronger than a strand, right?

But violet shrinks away

When the years begin to fray the once strong

Twisted together yarn, what can be done

For blue and red, the you and I, long left behind

The Untwined?