Facing truths

I love you like the warm caress of the gentlest breeze. Like the sun just settling on my back on a cool day. I love you like the softest hug, your breath deepening and letting go. And then the tangle. When you find yourself confronted with ways that you are that you cannot hold. When you take all that is yours, twisting it into the heaviest knot and hurling it at me, hobbling me, knocking me to my knees. My gentle caress becomes claws in your clothes, demanding you stay. My love becomes righteous desperate anger. I hold on with such force and violence to that which I know I have lost. I cannot reach you. I can only come back home to myself in deep forgiveness. In breath and permission. Permission to stay and walk this earth.