*But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:
Would our story be one worth watching? The interplay of hearts
struggling to pull some meaning from the love they gave away.
Then coming together again, years after the war had receded,
to find that same spark which ignited a lifetime together.
Oh, what sweet day, to fall helpless at love’s unveiling.
To arrive once again, at the beginning
with a heart folded like tempered steel, reopened to its core,
laid bare so that its soft center may
be strummed by her familiar touch.
*First line from T.S. Eliot’s The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock