Yes … cause

With one gaze it was as if he pierced me into a kaleidoscope of shattered dreams. Everything I once held sacred would be destroyed by him. Maybe one day I should thank him.

Nothing felt different initially. All was good for a night. Friendship was lovely. Our bodies entangled in primal level savagery. Bliss.

Years later, I see his eyes looking back at me. His smile. Something seared in a way that my mind never imagined. Yet that memory …

Yet so many more … but it had been so many passenger pigeons lost in translations hence. Are they messenger or are they mourning pigeons?

Memories fade. But there are some cosmic connections that remain.

Can eyes that are nuclear weapons ever be tamed? Should they? I’d argue they offer balance & justice sometimes.

Two people who believed everything can be fixed by compartmentalizations may have just been ignorant or sacred. Idealistic thinking. Justification for the pain.

What if We both lied by omission? Fearing we would destroy the other. It’s all the same in the end. But whatever it was … it was love. Even if only for a lifetime.

This is the life of being a romantic. Never quite finding the words to describe humanity. Constantly bleeding out. Until death and birth.

Again. A gain.