Why We Connect

I’ve always wondered why we create such a connection
With some of the people we come to know in life
How it seems we are almost connected like twins
Whether it be friend, family, someone special or wife.

I have made that connection before with a few
It was very special and yet scary it seems
Not only to be able to finish thoughts without words
But to know of feelings, fears, sorrow and dreams.

Once you’ve had it and lost it there is such a vacuum
Like losing one of your senses and not knowing why
I remember such a connection with my late wife
And when she passed it nearly made me want to also die.

While you don’t know when or why it might happen again
There is nothing that can explain why someone you touch
It can be painful, beautiful, frustrating and exciting
To have someone else that you connect with so much.


About graypoet

Just one that at times puts the words to the page and lets them fall as they might.
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2 Responses to Why We Connect

  1. Phyllis Sears says:

    Very beautiful and heartfelt. You are really outdoing yourself.

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