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You were a man of many colors, blended and smudged across the inner and outer landscapes of my delicate and fragile being, each piece representative of bits and pieces that shaped and molded me below the surface, sometimes full of grace and substance, and sometimes lacking in such proportions.    
   
You were a man whose spirit soared high above the clouded storms, and into the stillness within your own being you drifted, a visionary with a sharp eye for detail, with an understanding that spans vast lands, unknown.     
   
We shared similar traits, and mirror images of our reflection to signify and acknowledge our presence, within his stillness and being, for time indicated a mapping of some sort, a semblance of a connection by chance, clarity sought by choice.    
   
While you continue to be reminded of her, consider your choices between the lines, the distortion and facade as I feel the pain of extraction beneath my breast.    
   
We have a shared understanding of pain, and we reconnected to assist in the process of cleansing the slate, to recalibrate without sensing, it's too late.    
   
I miss you, and the breath of fresh air you'd blown into the depths of my heart & soul, the very same breath that softly nurtured and healed wounds unseen, perhaps swallowing our pride is what made our worlds collide into tiny atoms like granules of sand, unaware that an assembly of our individual beings was a calling we both heard, ceremoniously, mutually upon the whispering winds.    
   
Moments once shared, indicative of those that once cared, and declared to one another, something that is beautifully undefined yet to be refined, as we aligned, in our selves til we became one of the same sum, but what is to become of them, I wonder - still, as you beckon her to remind you, of her.    
   
If a burden could be removed, we'd both become fluid once again, connecting just the same, without any cause for blame, because it was never a game, if we play with fire without intent we get burnt, unless we can move on and say that we understand, and that we've learned, explicitly from one another.    
   
And on this day, if I could comfort and ease my weary heart and soul, to blow clarity and inner strength upon your being, I would do so with a tender touch upon your face, to remove any doubt and dis - grace that'd been thrown in your face, followed by a warm embrace, that told us both that you were forgiven but never forgotten, within the depths of the rocky road we've both trodden.    
   
But. I'm reminded of the melody you hum, beckoning her to remind you, of her... and there's not enough room in your heart for the both of us.    
   
When your past continues to sacrifice your future, there is no future worth divining, so continue to beg her to remind you, and maybe... just maybe, she'll continue to play the childlike fool, unlike me.  
 
That's the difference between a woman, and a stupid girl that can't seem to discern her worth.