Love’s half life

So I heard about these scientists who discovered a new element after they threw some light at a piece of metal.

And among the sparks created was the tiniest bit of something new that flashed for just – well, not even one second — existed for half a thought.

Imagine that — existed for even less time than it would take to say its name or read aloud its chemical composition – but left a trace of itself.

And I thought that this is like you and me

and how I stepped into a piece of your light and something changed, some little unnamed speck was created and it’s been bouncing around ever since;

That the thing was born just like that – snap your fingers and it happened even quicker – that formless, wordless wrinkle of time that merged pieces of us.

And you knew all about it.

That from what had been shadow became a beam that you protected

and waited for me to find;

knew that love in its tiniest trace has an unknown half-life and a critical mass of forever.

 

 

About michaelstephendaigle

I have been writing most of my life. I have written at least three complete novels, have three others started and on my website michaelstephendaigle.com is the draft chapter of the latest effort,"The Swamps of Jersey."
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