Once I was broken,
so badly that nothing could ever mend the rift within me
and the things claiming to support me.
Once I was frozen,
left out in the cold land between
the eternal and the unsaid,
surrounded by the one shadow around me.
Once I was nobody else’s grounding.
Once we all were brothers…
… once we were all but alone.
Once the trees were singing to our boldest hope,
Once the only unity to be found, was within us.
And once I was the strongest heart of all.
Once the last words were of tomorrow and the never setting sun.
You were the troubled spirit and I was your solace.
Once you were but a figment,
once I was just a dreamer.
And if I ever should have wondered,
how far the only purpose can stretch,
how deep the loneliness could reach
or
how loud the solitude could be…
I should have seen the answer in your eyes,
when the last look you shared with me was full of hate,
when the last words you told me were the cutting edge,
and the last touch was your hands pushing me off the cliff of our shared feelings.
Once, I was but a dreamer.
Once, you were the dream.
I’ve woken up at last, from whatever dream this was.
Woken to a perfect unity,
Wide awake in this rare beauty of final silence in the presence of another…
Dreams change and so do the ones standing beside you.
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