I’ll write in the future

When I’m wise and I’ve aged

But what of this perspective?

With time it may change

Oh could it be
She who’s in sight of me

Oh could it be
The one inside I see

Oh could it be
Your feeling something too

Oh could it be
All I’ve ever needed, is you

A theft from the core of the sense of ones self
A scramble to reclaim what was
A delivery of darkness without ones consent
A seemingly indefinite loss
A vacancy of comfort A replacement of pain
A fight for my heart from below
A feared exchange with looming self-distain
Will these authoritative thoughts ever slow?

A universal decision
A fate sent diversion
A glimpse into what could have been

A divine sent reminder
A life path divider
A disapprover of potentially seen

A ubiquity of hope
A slate wiped clean
A youthful disregard of time

It’s unfamiliar surroundings
It’s a tortuous climb
But the views from atop are divine