Tangling the Sheets

So, what will we call it now? These times used to have names when we had simple lives, when these things we do together were what other people did and we could so easily disapprove of them and dismiss them as the failings of others. At least that is how it was until that moment when we met and our lives up to then, up to that instant, faded away as though we had both woken up – at the same time – from some dark brooding dream that left us tangled in sheets in some strange dark room. At least until we too could escape to this room together and tangle the sheets ourselves in that search to find what we now realise we've been searching all our lives for.

We found it, here, together, not realising until we found ourselves alone in this strange room that this is what our lives have been missing for all these years, for two lifetimes lived separate and alone, despite the people we surrounded ourselves with. Out lives up to that moment now look like some rehearsal for a play that will never be performed with actors unsuited for their roles seemingly out of place on the stage of our lives, while we waited, each alone, on opposite wings of that stage, waiting for that moment to come and set our lives into action.