|
By Ali Date: 2006 Sep 11 Comment on this Work [[2006.09.11.11.16.7844]] |
|
I think I understand it, better. Maybe that was my void, maybe it was yours, or maybe, we shared it. I lost, you lost--in different ways, in different worlds. Too soon, too soon, too late, too late-- Somehow, you kept me from breaking. But I-- I always thought you were okay. I waited for you tell me the truth-- Did you? Did I miss it? It was a loneliness I never guessed, something I should've felt-- I just didn't. For someone who knows too much, suspecting before happening, I have to think that I just didn't want to know. Maybe, though, my perceptions beg to differ, sullying memory with hindsight, the kind that adds chaos to clarity. I think I understand it, better-- and instinct ignites, a wistful gaze, a grazing thought, quaking within the rhyme that speaks, that asks for help, but my help-- it would be more of a poison, a thing of undoing, more you than I. And I've been where you've been before, though in a different role, in a different play--maybe in another life I was more Lancelot than Guinevere, and, if that's the case, reincarnation never had such a laugh as this. I am more siren than savior, more the snake than the apple, more fallen than saved, and you cannot want to shed the layers of your soul for such an abyss as this. |