(Twelve of 30 -- Official DUP NaPo/GloPoWrimo 2019)
Itís not raining outside yet a mist persists
within the confines and perimeter
of my once fractured heart.
I used to almost exclusively
survive in the backdrop wanting to
join life and live; never doing so
as a quiet form of damage control.
I remember the moments and plurals
You and me embraced drowning in
mutual transparency coming up for
air and loving happenstance.
When we looked into the well of our eyes
we both knew and without words
fell for one another assured of
universal conspiracy and blind destiny.
Although I still wet my face everyday
everything has magickially turned
Observing and feeling the truth
I ascertain it is the same for You.
Even powerful thunderstorms
no longer command me or
extort my heart demanding
that which was not earned.
The backdrop, now,
while still comfortable
no longer feels like home.
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