poem
The Real Why
(a question that refuses to behave)
Have you ever felt a touch so electric that you fall onto your knees?
Sometimes there’s more to life than it would at first appear or seem
Two separate rivers that always end up in confluence—one giant stream
You came to me a month ago, but that time it was only an unwanted dream
A year spent staring out at the void, haphazardly containing my screams
A disruption—a decade-long routine—I spent too long playing and replaying that one scene
The one where we both laid down our cards and decided that it was finally time to leave
Reminding me of all the times the end meant wiping tears on my own sleeve
Last night I saw your face—not in a dream or a scene replaying in the eye of my mind
A room filled with laughter, red lights shining down over your head—you and I passing time
“Why do you always come back?” your voice filled with gravel like it was a committed crime
The question lingering in the air as my eyes glanced anywhere but forward—
Averting eye contact, I tried my best to look for a symbol or some kind of sign
The answer escaping me—I thought that it was obvious—thoughts circling inside my mind
With a deep breath in, then a hold—our eyes met, and I wondered how much I could hide
If you took a second, I’m sure that it wouldn’t be incredibly difficult for you to find
Love always existed, even if neither one of us wanted to try our best to define
Another drive beneath the star-studded sky—this time was different, your hand in mine
Carefully planted feet walking across the tightrope—this time, are you by my side?
I could keep running, but after a decade, it’s getting harder to keep my unsteady stride
Questions lingering—are you finally ready to stop hiding behind your pride?
I could ask the question, but I don’t think either of us will ever know the real why
Sometimes there’s more to life than it would at first appear or seem
Two separate rivers that always end up in confluence—one giant stream
You came to me a month ago, but that time it was only an unwanted dream
A year spent staring out at the void, haphazardly containing my screams
A disruption—a decade-long routine—I spent too long playing and replaying that one scene
The one where we both laid down our cards and decided that it was finally time to leave
Reminding me of all the times the end meant wiping tears on my own sleeve
Last night I saw your face—not in a dream or a scene replaying in the eye of my mind
A room filled with laughter, red lights shining down over your head—you and I passing time
“Why do you always come back?” your voice filled with gravel like it was a committed crime
The question lingering in the air as my eyes glanced anywhere but forward—
Averting eye contact, I tried my best to look for a symbol or some kind of sign
The answer escaping me—I thought that it was obvious—thoughts circling inside my mind
With a deep breath in, then a hold—our eyes met, and I wondered how much I could hide
If you took a second, I’m sure that it wouldn’t be incredibly difficult for you to find
Love always existed, even if neither one of us wanted to try our best to define
Another drive beneath the star-studded sky—this time was different, your hand in mine
Carefully planted feet walking across the tightrope—this time, are you by my side?
I could keep running, but after a decade, it’s getting harder to keep my unsteady stride
Questions lingering—are you finally ready to stop hiding behind your pride?
I could ask the question, but I don’t think either of us will ever know the real why