i wonder,

how it would feel,

if at that point along your journey,

the option to allow yourself to be completely broken was given.

 

how incidental,

the situation –

to be picked up,

piece by piece –

reconstructed –

to become whole.

 

reassignment of your could have been,

into the possibility of –

am…

i lose my way –

inside the space –

between my hello,

and your goodbye…

 

time stands still.

reality –

redefined.

 

i lose my way –

in the maze of your smile.

wonder,

as i wander,

how can such beauty coexist,

with so much pain –

contained,

within the enigma –

of you…

 

and as i make my way across the broken surface of your (un)intention,

i recognize the jagged edge of your sorrow.

stumble on the uneven terrain,

of your silent –

disregard…

 

questions,

i have.

opportunity for you to abrogate –

suppose.

yet truth,

you do not choose.

 

and inasmuch as dark does not consume the light,

your conviction does not make the wrong of your abandon,

even remotely –

right…