What cost must love cast upon us? What changes must love force upon us? So sweet and timid at first, gently wrapping shoulders in the warmest blanket on the coldest night. One day, one singular moment, it changes and the blanket ignites filling intestines with an unquenchable flame thirsty for the one they love. The mind barred and suffocated under this blanket of love, its words of wisdom muted beneath feelings of compassion. Never once does the heart stop and ask what consequences there might be. Never once does the heart stop and ask, “how much for this one?”. And certainly, the heart never says “Oh no, that’s just too much” because the heart has unending funds, eternal pockets as Mary Poppins’ purse. The cycle of love works in one large circle and it all comes back around before we ever hear the sound of that damned train barreling down the tracks towards us until it’s too late and we’re back on our ass, breathless, and sore wondering what happened this time. And never once did our heart shout out, “Watch out for that train”. No, never once did our heart rip off that blanket of attraction to let our mind scream its worries and fears so we could be wary. Standing up, dusting off the blood and dirt, wiping the sweat from your brow, you gather your few belongings left intact and carry on down that track of life deaf to the sound of a train whistle in the distance. Never knowing what direction it will come from next. Never knowing what new pair of gem-like eyes will disguise it next. Constantly walking down that track of life and on real cold nights, sleeping with a blanket draped over sore and tired shoulders, a welcome relief for the weary traveler. Such a deception for the weak. Such a comfort for all.
Until the whistle blows.