The Same

I thought I would wake up one day and the world
—this world—would be…different, the same, both kind of, but
it wasn’t…or was it? I can’t remember but I do know
deeply
like concrete, like
a splash of her tears on my
soul, my hands…it is not
the same.

 

I thought that I would recognize the turning of the world
slowing down, silent clouds drifting away, maybe
sunlight brighter, warmer, more
involved in holding me up and
deeply, within me
it has… it is not
the same

 

I thought that I would think something else, tried to, stretched
my thoughts out with fingertips, reaching, looking
for an edge…a strand, a little piece of
her…saw who I was as something morose
diffident yet outwardly
happy… it is not
the same.

 

I thought that I had all the answers ever needed and I would
find the missing, would search, create, decide and debate
but couldn’t see my wrongness while standing
in the shadow of being right…
her sunlight evaporated the greyness
blurriness… it is not
the same

 

I thought, and
it wasn’t what I should
have done.
I live…and she
convinces me
that
it will always
be
the same.

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