Love

Crazy to love someone so far away. Crazy to continue this splattered, scattered, nonsensical affair. Crazy to continue.
The madness, oh, the madness.
Let go. Hold on. Draw close. Release.
I release you. You wrap me back in.
Drawing me, drawing me.
You allow me to leave. I break, but you linger,
lingering, pausing.
We are no longer in control of this.
It has taken its own shape and formed a life of its own,
with its own personality.
Capricious and moody,
but planted,
rooted.
Still rising, climbing, wrapping around
your heart and mine.