A feeling wells up within
terrible in its promise
compelling in its vision
a life of solitude disappears
if only when it returns
time and time again
at times I embrace it
chase it away
fearful of its telling future
hopeful and yet unnerving
I live in its momentary glow
drowning in the beauty
of an existence inhabited
by two as opposed to one
but is it really the path
that will satisfy my desires
or will it turn out to be
the illusion I knew it could be?

© Johanna Fugitt 2017