You would have me discuss in detail the flaws of Adam Smith’s cause and I would have you recite the value of pi to the digit fifty-ninth. But this was just small talk, and you and I knew it for we didn’t even need chalk to draw our joint path ending at the fork on the road where we lose sight of the point and the purpose of this plight. This was no existential dilemma of the meaning of life and existence but rather this was the question faced by two people who once shared expressions but were now just falling apart. And I’m left assessing this thing that I’m sensing of our regressing feelings. To be honest, it’s depressing!
But then you looked at me and you understood. You had me touch you again and again and again until I felt you. I felt your insides down to the cell in the tides of your blood in your bone marrow. I felt it and for a moment, it was mine again. It was mine because I had my entire self wrapped around that single cell of yours. And if we follow the magic of the logic (and you know we usually do) then simplified, you are mine because I had myself multiplied to envelope every atom in your body as we moved to a silent rhapsody. And this - you and I - could go on infinitely because my every experience with you, down to the last minute, all of those are infinite. In our stretch of eternity, we become those experiences as they become we. And we come to realize that at the end of the day, this, my love, is communion - it’s me inside you becoming me.