The Reunion
by Steven Barza
Isolation hugged him
and offered him blandishment.
“Tell me all about it,” Isolation said.
He sat there dumbfounded.
“It was so odd,” he said,
“being together so much of the time,
co-ordinating schedules,
checking in with each other,
anticipating each other’s needs,
cohabiting space and weekends,
confiding event and emotion,
from the most minute
to the most tumultuous,
and most amazing of all,
directing sexual energy
in one sustained direction.”
“And then?”
“And then one day we saw each other
where we didn’t expect each other
to be,
and the realization that each
was an independent agent,
unknowable, potentially treacherous,
broke something in us,
broke our trust.
It was a long process,
we went back and forth,
still I am wondering…”
“Don’t worry.” Isolation stroked him.
“Don’t fret.” Isolation kissed him.
“You’ve always been mine,” Isolation said.