Maybe I Got It All Wrong

When passion fades
you might not see it,
but you certainly feel it
as you search for distractions,
perhaps an unexpected interaction
might be the only thing
that makes you feel visible
and it might linger with you
so you don't return
to complete insignificance

We never intend
for this to blossom
and yet it does,
painfully
in some cases

What you imagine
gives you life,
when life
is suspended
in that flat landscape
of no offered
valleys or curves

It breaks us down
slowly
and the only course of action
is to reinvent

And so now,
I look beyond the television romance
and dig deeper
into the world of secrets
and taboo fascinations
and hopefully in time,
I shall find a blueprint
that fits.