Love is written in chapters
Each one beginning with “I met someone,”
With “forever” doodled hopefully in the margins.
Some chapters fill only a few pages
Compared to others still left unfinished
And while no two are exactly alike,
They represent for us growth, change, awareness
Teaching us what heals us and what harms us
As our bruised hearts take risk upon risk
Quietly hopeful for the chapter that will stay.
The Therapy of Words 