I can stretch my heart
like taffy dough
and try to reach yours by extension,
but in the stretching my heart will become
super paper thin.

I can expand my mind to understand
how your mind works
but such expansion, too, soon becomes balloon-like
and airy-fairy.

I can take my empathy and stroke it all night
but it shall not by alchemy transmorgrify and become
Love's Gold.

All these things I can do but none will suffice
to make my wishing true or take hold.
I could take this taffy heart
and wind it round
tight upon itself
and cocoon my life away
with faded memories and regrets
taffy-stretched
amid lazy Gauzy Laments.


Rather I am retracting all this

back to its original state
which surmises you are gone
and I am best
to keep in good repair
what is left.

So I shall take your gauzy memory,
place it in state
and pronounce it dead and deceased
as I  take a deep drink of new life
listening all the while to my heart mend.
realizing that sometimes stretching makes a too-thin drink;
not enough to live on.