Aspirations had bled into the present
Though I had tried to wish them away.
These apparitions haunt me:
The image of both of us
Making paper cranes and daisy chains,
Drawn crudely on a fairy-tale canvas.
I was desperate for it to be destiny
When the rain found its way to my home
And we found ourselves soaked with
The unspoken affection
For the space between us on the couch
And the void that seemed to consume both of us.
I never regarded it as rejection
But instead as fear of sudden change
Your soul no longer burned with
Longing to become “Us” rather than
“You and I” vanished in the afterimage.
Mutual understanding had been a friend;
We often found ourselves together.
It wasn’t unfortunate
Nor was it unwarranted.
You and I promised each other that
The void between us would neither shrink nor grow
But then, in the evils of psychology
And my obsession with your portrait,
I felt this disconnection.
I embrace the space between
But I ca