my feelings –

alien to you as much as – secure is to timid,

shatter like shards of glass against your narcissistic walls…

how awesome,

it must be –

being  you;

how – required!

pompous as an apostrophe –

owning possession,

and the power to unite –

yet completely – unaffected!

and while you dangle effortless,

unencumbered –

I remain tied to the weight of my own culpability.

necessary,

you are –

more than any imagined ownership.

for without you,

meaning is lost;

and I become irrelevant as a useless preposition –

alone  –  without the companion of my most reluctant ,

yet oh so necessary –

object…

shackled by the awesomeness of you –

i stand in shadow –

waiting for the lightening crash,

the thunder roll,

the storm – inevitable – to pass…

there is no – just because –

with you,

no almost – no doubt!

you oh so effortlessly over-fill the cup,

sweep the refuse from the waste

of – nearly – aside.

walk right up to indecision –

unafraid – un-denied!

if i could have one wish –

one dream come true –

to be as much as even half of you –

to run through fields of confidence,

toss chaos to the wind,

open – with purpose –

the pages of life –

release the doubt,

the fear of – not enough!

for just one day –

to be the – axis,

not merely the passenger –

the reason,

no longer –

just the afterthought…

solitude –

precursor to loneliness.

disassociation of self –

from soul.

plunged head first –

into this desolation…

where do you turn to find

acceptance –

what price – the need?

compassion comes,

but not without cost.

smiles –

transparent,

masking pain –

unrealized.

abandon –

cruel nemesis to faith,

prevails –

hurt sustains!

we hold on to our pain –

sometimes the only thing we feel –

scared to let it go,

afraid of – nothing…

empty –

a vessel of capability,

unfilled;

hands reaching for intention,

unrecognized…

so cold – the absence

of light;

no darkness more deep

than feeling all alone.

i allow myself to be small –

enough to hide behind,

suppose…

safe within the confines

of – should be.

while you –

inflated by winds of –

possibility,

roam effortlessly,

my sky…

audacious –

don’t you think?

invading my nonchalance?

with your –

obtuse – insinuations?

you hide behind your – suppose –

as if it were a shroud,

seemingly unaware of the audacity –

imposed by your flagrant transparency…

how awkward –

meeting here like this –

exposing all my is,

to find it wasted effort to your – presume!

when did the lines become so blurred?

boundaries,

redefined?

we used to travel the same path –

shared the same – once upon a time…

dangling now –

contemplating the letting go –

while you callously take flight on wings of indifference.

surely there is no sadness more intense

than dying –

without death!