A.

I will ever feel

Like I am enough.

As if I measure up

Or fall short

On some world wide scale

Of inadequacy.

I wonder if

Inevitably

Things will change.

And I will feel

Like I,

Myself,

This I promise.

But I will also add, that I,

Strongly and deeply,

To spend more time together?

We used to sneak into and out

Of each other’s houses

In risk of being caught

Only to do it that much more if we did.

We used to surprise each other

And disappoint each other

And argue just to make up.

We used to laugh at each other

But pick each other up

And support each other

Even if that meant

Encouraging distance.

And one day the distance

Caught up with us

Only to make us realize

That we would be going different ways.

But we still took turns trying to hold on

And pull us back together.

And though that never happened,

I will forever feel a part of you

Being a part of me

And remembering all the times

We would get in trouble

That one day we

Will no longer be a we.

It’s hard to imagine

A life without you

And yet I very well know

I hope you welcome the storm.

I hope you enjoy the lightning

And the soothing rhythm of thunder.

I hope it takes you down a road

That intimidates you just enough

To let you experience personal growth.

And when those clouds dissipate

I hope you come out with a few stories.

I hope you come out new and daring.

And I hope you become

That you were at first

Exactly what I needed

To calm me down

And bring me back

From up in the clouds.

But then you were

Exactly what ruined me.

You tore up the past

And let it haunt our present

You broke your promises

You broke me

In ways I didn’t even know

And I was left

Bitter and breaking

What is right and what is wrong?

For I cannot think of a single thing

That is all one or all another.

There is no black and white.

There is no grey.

There is only beautiful colors.

Colors painted in emotions.

Schemes painted in stories.

And bold compositions

Is what is known.

But dare I say

I'd much prefer

That millions of lives carry on

They came crashing in.

But gently

Rhythmically

Consistently different

If you listened closely.

I sat and thought about it.

Are we really that different?

Gentle - rhythmic.

Of you endlessly tracing my body

Searching it like a map

That lovers can't seem to make work

Seems to me to be

The most tragically beautiful.

For you must look hard to see

The unfailing passion.

The unfailing hope

That two people hold

You have to learn to separate

What is happening to you

And what your dreams tell you.

Your dreams, sometimes valid,

Are simply mere illusion.

Figments of your past

Playing an imaginative future.

And if you listen to them

That no matter how far we drift

That gravity brings us back together.

Just once in awhile.

But just enough

Definitely scares me.

Becoming weak and dependent

Isn't quite for me.

But the idea of growing old

With someone like you

Somehow makes me feel

A sense of coming home.