The universe is patient, love, you know.
It sent us forth in separate time and space,
Leaving an us-shaped hole it can't erase,
Waiting for us to go where we will go,
Learn what we learn, become what suits our soul,
Invent a thousand ways to hurt and heal,
To love and lust, to live and die and feel,
Until we go back home into the whole.

Was it afraid, to watch our spirits leave,
Not knowing who we'd be when we returned?
And we—how must our souls have ached and burned
To lose that oneness! How long did we grieve?
Ah love, I know that ache; we're grieving still,
Even as we rejoice to live our fill.