Magnets

The first morning 

I woke up next to you

felt like being young again 

and trying to push together 

magnets of the same charge. 

All that effort just to make 

two of a kind collide 

without knowing 

why it's so important 

to you that they do. 

That satisfaction when 

the stubborn things meet 

for just a moment. 

Today I woke up 

and reread poetry 

that I know takes 

your breath away 

and you didn't text me

good morning. 

Sometimes I wonder 

if God is nothing 

more than a child 

playing in his bedroom, 

bringing together 

what would have 

otherwise 

never touched.

m.f. // Magnets