There is an easy symmetry about the way
That we pretend to not need one another.
There’s a stream that runs between
Dimensions that we both have seen
And we meet together when we dream
A life without you next to me
Feels like a half life on the days when missing you
Is at its extreme
But then there are days when I feel completely complete
And I am
And you are
And we are
We know this
With a sacred knowing
So why is it we’re not showing
We want each other?
To admit we that you are missing from me
Does it mean
That I there is a void in my life
In the shape of your body
In the night
Perhaps maybe possibly
I suppose we
May never know...
Poems from my more personal moments.