These words, these bonds

It becomes a tie
just between the two of you
nothing serious
yet nothing minor
just enough so you cling to every word
of need of their presence
but so scared to start the talking
but when it comes
words rolling off your tongue
slipping, gracefully at each other
living through each and every word
only can you breathe
when it comes the time you know
you and them can talk of free will
that’s there’s no fear of hiding
it is, just that, it is what it is
and what that is I still don’t know
explaining, living through their words
separated from them,
living would end?
surely? No, not, can’t
you need the ink that drips from their mouth
writing, scribing your day as it goes
and you the same to them
meanings mean nothing to us
we are what we are
and that means?
I don’t know, really it’s just
unexplainable
when we speak the first words
unseen bonds flying through us
it becomes a tie, between our souls