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Found and Lost: a poem
Wrote this back in my sophomore year. In gym class, no less.
My rendition of what it feels like to find someone, then lose them.
*ahem*
I stared into the abyss of your eyes
Trying to see past the pretty face
Into a world where parallel lines
Intersected into infinity, where the
Impossible happened....
The impossible being me meeting you.
And now we are doomed to travel together
Through Time forever soaring to heights of ecstasy and
Pure understanding as the pieces of the puzzle
Clicked together with a sound that split the
Uni-verse. All answers became ours, and
All the Uni-verse was our domain, from the
Farthest stars to the tiniest snowflake on
The windowsill. But space would no longer
be a black void; colour would surge forth,
Roiling the planets into an explosion inside
The kaleidoscope held by the sleeping
Child who dreams of peace.
...And suddenly, you are walking away. I find
myself, back on my own two feet, watching you
Walk away. The glass sphere that contained
My heart shattered, slicing me open to reveal a
Black hole of emotions, swallowing me whole as
I fell...down...down...down, until I had
No choice but t o fall up. The Uni-verse sank,
down into its original void. Colour drained from
The small, broken, plastic toy as the Child cried
For its Mother, who would never return from the
Parallel lines that forever contained her,
As yours had contained me.
My rendition of what it feels like to find someone, then lose them.
*ahem*
I stared into the abyss of your eyes
Trying to see past the pretty face
Into a world where parallel lines
Intersected into infinity, where the
Impossible happened....
The impossible being me meeting you.
And now we are doomed to travel together
Through Time forever soaring to heights of ecstasy and
Pure understanding as the pieces of the puzzle
Clicked together with a sound that split the
Uni-verse. All answers became ours, and
All the Uni-verse was our domain, from the
Farthest stars to the tiniest snowflake on
The windowsill. But space would no longer
be a black void; colour would surge forth,
Roiling the planets into an explosion inside
The kaleidoscope held by the sleeping
Child who dreams of peace.
...And suddenly, you are walking away. I find
myself, back on my own two feet, watching you
Walk away. The glass sphere that contained
My heart shattered, slicing me open to reveal a
Black hole of emotions, swallowing me whole as
I fell...down...down...down, until I had
No choice but t o fall up. The Uni-verse sank,
down into its original void. Colour drained from
The small, broken, plastic toy as the Child cried
For its Mother, who would never return from the
Parallel lines that forever contained her,
As yours had contained me.
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