The impact of us;
we need to talk about what that means -
If I were clay you would see
your fingerprints all over me.
But I am not clay and you
are not my sculptor.
Instead we shape each other
in ways both dynamic and gentle.
We give ourselves to this endeavor,
and by doing so
become more alive.
The lessons you teach are ones I receive,
sometimes painfully.
And whether you stay or leave,
I will not be
the person I used to be.
There is no neutral and no going back -
Why would I want a love like that?
Living things respond to each other.
Does the soil not bear some
responsibility
for the growth of the tree?
You affect me.
I affect you.
The impact of loving
Is this inescapable truth.
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