There is never enough time.
We are busy,
and not busy,
together.

All those years
without you.

I remember searching,
looking for what
I thought I was
looking for.
High and low,
over and over.

Years and decades.
Normal life.

Then there was the stopping,
stopping.

Then,
after decades of searching,
I found a
surprise.

Oh,
this is what
I have always been looking for.
I knew it at once.

Here.
Here is what
I was looking for all along.
Here is the familiar touch,
I've never felt before.

Feeling
and knowing;
knowing as if
the knowing had always been there.

The familiar knowing,
that I did and did not know.

Knowing
brings more knowing:
there will never be
enough time.

A hundred lifetimes
together,
and yet...

There will never,
can never be,
enough of our time.

And this is what
life comes down to,
my love.