1{rhapsody}
indigo eyes,
i see you.
we reach for each other
across space and time.
i'm tempted
to pull on loose threads
in the grand tapestry
to pull you closer to me
or
to pull myself closer to you.
i'm not sure the future
is meant to unravel,
warp,
pull, or bunch
like some sad forgotten sweater.
i'll wait with mock patience
as life unfolds,
frustratingly slowly
but surely nevertheless.
time moves
never at the speed we'd like.
i used to pray for you nightly;
did you realize?
on the wind
i'd send you
rosemary-blue remembrance.
when i was younger,
i would pick on pinpricks
of silver light in the midnight skies
and wish on them for you.
were you watching them?
i imagined you were.
at some point i stopped believing in you.
i am of the variety Erysimum,
a wall flower,
and happily ever afters
went the way of
faeries and father christmas
-nice thoughts
but unfounded
and not found.
are you there?
are you out there?
are you here?
did i miss you?
are you coming back?
…did you stop believing in me?
i hope
for your sake
that you have
stronger faith than i.
belief is peculiar;
without it, i feel lost.
coming back to it is like
coming home.
worrying that you don't exist—
it's too soon
and too painful.
perhaps i'm
cowardly and blindly hopeful
but i'm back to believing,
i'm back at home.
where are you
with the other half of our heart?
lines in an iris
run on parallel.
i don't believe this
to be our fate.
i do not claim to
see past vanishing points,
but i'm convinced:
we are non-euclidean.
i will hold my breath
until we meet,
breathless
until you take my breath away.
Myosotis discolor;
forget me not.
a/n- thanks for reading! ~xan