I still ache.

No, not that kind of ache. Not the strictly physical pain.

I still ache from yearning.

When you are not near me. When we are apart. I miss you. I long for you.

When you are not next to me at night, I am restless. Without dreams.

That other bond, that other tie you have me held in, it stretches. When it does, it hurts.

You wound that tightly without me ever noticing. Invisible knot.

And I don’t want to unravel it. Leave me be. Keep me bound. Keep me safely yours.

You can have me in so many ways. You have me in so many more. I am yours.

My fingers won’t let go of the end. They are clasped as tightly as your hold over me is strong. Fierce.

I won’t let you go. The other end is in your hands. You have me, I have you.

Stalemate?

No. Soulmate.