Knowing isn’t the same as being there when the
feeling flowers in an atmosphere’s uniqueness -
just being aware you’re upset can’t redress that
ungainly, stumbled step’s trip & sprawl; & it isn’t
an answer to apologise at all before reeling in &
retrieving the gaffe’s refusal to be left for dead
So we play humble yet perplexed, then angered
and distressed as tendrils of oafishness rise like
implications of an about to be self-immolation - I
can’t let it be an end of itself without reasons we
do actually agree upon you start to say, and see,
welling out of emotions, the beginning of tears
But you fill my life - how can it be worthlessness;
those fears are your imagination - in seeing what
is not there you create the same angst’s distress
and it isn’t pretty that it is already consuming me,
so let us digest this moment’s clarity, we mean a
lot to each other, more so than just a sum of us
There is a new entity borne as such from ashes
we once might have been - thus even where we
claim there’s no difference we know it discreetly
binds the frame of our togetherness; so we’re a
reforged duality: now why not give in to it, let us
see to where and whatever it proposes to lead
© 21 June 2014, I. D. Carswell
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