The Genesis of Two

He can remember  
remember when  
he was the twinkle    
in your eye    
though all you can see  
truly, really see    
is the first time he    
made you cry  
   
it wasn't for intent  
Intent never the blame  
just something foolish  
so, foolish seemed    
to be thy name  
   
called upon a want  
want to be given more  
more was never your    
thing, though inside    
of him, deeply it bore    
   
never understanding,    
that one begot the other    
you were both so unalike  
yet, so much you were alike,    
tying your waves to the 'sure'  
   
security is nice, for 'shore'  
but what happened   to
the ecstasy of the free fall?  
it seems to be where    
where, they'd given it their all  
   
He can recall when    
he was that sparkle    
sparkle, like the star  

guess the saddest thing  
now is each had got a look    
for that solo shine  
that sparkles from afar...