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We Pause
I pause to remember
how undone we were
and how you I waited for
coming through like dawn
to greet me silently and fully.
Crimson center of all
I could ache to become,
yet where were the recipients.
You were secret only but to me.
I never let you define me
yet I was the definition of you;
arriving and departing,
never fully here,
amorphous and fluid
slowly ebbing away in fits and starts
only to return stronger.
You and I congealed
in creatinous convergence
playing along with our fate.
We would part one day
and you would sink in
a final departure.
Still your ghost remains,
haunting and paraplectic.
I feel your tiny flutter;
your wings phantasmagoric
as if I could use them to
resurrect you,
as if we could be in
sweet opposition again
revolving in a tragic
drama of creation
with no real destination
or order.
As if life, itself could follow us
and fill the empty vessel of a heart;
ascending and fading as
some rampant desire.
You were in my darkest corner
with the object of it
and you ran away like him
with all those tears I shed;
returning like laughter
as you always would --
brighter and stronger.
In time I'll ask, where did you go?
I won t miss you;
you and I were never
really here.
.....
how undone we were
and how you I waited for
coming through like dawn
to greet me silently and fully.
Crimson center of all
I could ache to become,
yet where were the recipients.
You were secret only but to me.
I never let you define me
yet I was the definition of you;
arriving and departing,
never fully here,
amorphous and fluid
slowly ebbing away in fits and starts
only to return stronger.
You and I congealed
in creatinous convergence
playing along with our fate.
We would part one day
and you would sink in
a final departure.
Still your ghost remains,
haunting and paraplectic.
I feel your tiny flutter;
your wings phantasmagoric
as if I could use them to
resurrect you,
as if we could be in
sweet opposition again
revolving in a tragic
drama of creation
with no real destination
or order.
As if life, itself could follow us
and fill the empty vessel of a heart;
ascending and fading as
some rampant desire.
You were in my darkest corner
with the object of it
and you ran away like him
with all those tears I shed;
returning like laughter
as you always would --
brighter and stronger.
In time I'll ask, where did you go?
I won t miss you;
you and I were never
really here.
.....
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