It started out simply enough,
something out of a simpler past,
and brought a smile, like only simple things can,
but it went on...
We used to know each other,
though I doubt you'll remember,
and you liked what you saw
in those days long past...
I used to bring a smile to your face
every time our eyes met.
When I looked at you,
or was it you looking at me?
I could never quite tell which was which,
but we smiled, just the same
you used to have dreams
of magnificent and glorious things,
and the future had wings
that far outflew your sorrows...
for they sought out tomorrow
without restraint, and nary a complaint
about how today just didn't seem to work out
nothing was impossible then...
I could tell by your walk
and the way that you'd talk
about successes and tears
and overcoming fears
you wanted to escape this place,
back in those days,
when you knew my face,
and could look upon it without a shudder,
and utter my name without dismay
,,,
that was before the darkness fell...
before I let you down with failure
after failure, after failure, after failure
the years when the tears in my eyes
darkened, like clouds, the stars in your skies.
you remember...
the ones you used to wish upon
remember the weeks on end
when you would berate me with words
of hate that grated on the slate of your soul?
It was then I disappeared, out of fear
for the years that were coming.
never thought I'd see you again,
my friend, and I almost died several times
through those decades of solitude
...
never, that is, until our eyes met again,
just this morn... your mourning in full retreat
it surprised me so much, I nearly fled in terror
but there was a glimmer of recogniton,
and a hint of contrition when you saw my condition,
and my hopes climbed anew!
for you see...
I am... you.
in reflection, somewhat,
before the darkness came.
yeah... you know my name
and I'd love to fall in love with you again...
with your dreams, and your hopes,
and the steps you take on the slippery slopes of life
there are still stars in my eyes
with hopes of grandeur in the future,
and I'll use them to suture the tears in your soul
you inflicted upon self when you gave up all hope
and settled for doldrum routines
we've got a long row to hoe,
right where we left off, we can give it a go...
if you want
but before I risk it, and set myself up for rejection,
I've just gotta know...
Many believe in the kindred spirit or 'twin soul' - the one who you cannot let go of once found, come hell or high water; but this also speaks perhaps of the finding of self and of self-acceptance or self-recognition. All of these can be as painful as they are a great relief. I like the way you have set this up, Sketso, as it develops and intrigues. And it's also open-ended; we can interpret according to what we see here. Welcome to AD! :)
“We’re going to use nine megaton warheads in space and we’re not sure they’re large enough to be effective. Why would you even consider using kiloton-range surface-to-air warheads as back-up?” The answer was succinct. “Because they’re all we have.”
Never, that is, until our eyes met again.
Wonderfully penned.
Lady Mary Ann
Ron
Regis