Reconciling You

 

Don't worry. 

Not a day goes by (that I don't think of you). 

Your name casually dropped tonight. Learning histories I didn't know existed; you always 

Twisted somehow, 

Up in these branches; had me wondering even, 

What he knew, this old friend we now share. 

And I...

Now where you once were:

  (Amongst the growing pains and gains of your old stomping grounds, your old family crowd

 

And I mention "soul tribes to him" as he fills me in 

On how connected we had all been through these years, but through a quantum entangling 

Of souls meshed for lessons

  and love, 

  And support)

 still remaining a ghost, however 

When I cross over, into yours

Barely 

   Ever 

       Touching....

And my dreams reflect this; 

  The long dance of this reality, 

Like we can never be on the same side of the line, you and I

But if it helps you...

   They drop your name casually.... 

 

But it's not so casual to me, for I have long felt your loss too. 

It is a twisted fate. 

 A twist of fate. 

I was really the last one to realize what I got into by the mere act of loving you...

(So long ago now) 

Which has now become an utterly forbidden decision and state, 

That I'm pretty sure I am expected to be sorry for. 

Sorry for love?? 

That's never really been my style. 

I'm not sure... 

  If it all makes sense somehow? 

The Greek tragedy of our tale? 

The irony of one becoming a ghost so we can exist next to one another, 

But only a realm slipped from this one. 

Split, 

      From this one. 

And are we severed wholes? 

And I wonder why the reading always spell of you, when it is counterparts we are discussing; 

Twin Flames? 

It is, uncanny. Surreal. (And) not at all easy to reconcile, 

Though I have long learned to take you as you show up in my life, with grace.