For the life of me
I cannot see why
you bring such clarity with
your dark eyes and
laughter.

The tracks,
they quiet with the sound
of your voice. Shutting down
one by one
until the speed of my mind
slows.

On one hand,
a cosmic joke, never truly
to be mine.
On the other,
a gift so rare I cannot
help but find joy
in what we are.

A contradiction in terms
and a sweet sorrow.
We are beautiful
and strange, isolated
and together. There is
a belief, one for the other,
that gives us the strength
to be who we are.