Tonight I'm crying in my hospital bed
And it's not from pain
Or regret
But the heartbreaking realization
Of just how many beautiful people
Are living their lives unaware
Of how truly, deeply deserving of love they are
And it hurts to know that I'm unable
To love each of them individually
To make soul contact with their eyes
And accept them into my heart
This inexhaustible well
And even still
Each time I do
Love somebody
It's like tasting their beginning and their end
And my lungs breathe in the whole of their mortality
And for a moment we are suspended
In perfect impermanence.
But I weep for the fragility of the human heart
That knows little beyond yesterday and tomorrow
And even for the whole of a lifetime
(As we understand it)
Lacks any imagination of the infinite capacity of togetherness.