Many constellations have come and gone,
For me to have held such delicacy,
Such fragility.
Attentively I had lend my ear,
Unconditionally shared my thoughts,
Desperately hoping to lessen the tears upon my shoulder.
Without dispute we were one
Possible solution of being twins – sibling- in a past life
Subtraction of one could only sum to the other
A genuine companionship, it was,
It could still be.
Understanding – questioningly – became mistaken for Passion
No second chances were given to correct this risk,
This misconceived notion that identical bruised souls,
Were meant to engage.
So as I explored the ins and outs of what the naked eye
Could not see,
It was not apparent to me that I was much more inspiring.
Just as any imperfectly perfect line,
Its secant broke.
Distance began to replace the security,
Cloudiness fog disabled the easy flow,
Admiration lost by contactless eyes,
Awkwardness had taken over Comfort,
And I yearned it.
If a time warp could be yielded,
I would jump back to save my kinship,
Change this neglect resulted from Fate.
To be a peer, I had forgotten
So I intensively struggle to once again meet Understanding,
To remember how to hold such delicacy,
But learning to piece together fragility,
Desperately hoping that one day
It will be apparent that I am inspired as well.
3/1/11
