Why was it that I searched for symbols in  every line
looking deeper than the surface for fragments of you
scattered diamond like in the dust of words?

Why was it so easy to understand the platforms you stood on
and stayed calm and quiet as I climbed the stairways
to your heartbeat seeking its warmth?

What was it in the artworks that you painted that I could see
splendid universes of meaning, jiving through the brush strokes
of knowing and colours of contemplations
that soared above the ordinary?

What was it in the waiting for your letters and calls
and the racing adrenaline of knowing it was you
calling out to me, in an equally excited tone
about a summers sun, a long bus ride, a beautiful
moment in the night sky and a feeling of togetherness
that engulfed us in a vortex of unstoppable energies
as we circled around in the sacred
awaiting a new resurrection?

Why are my questions one verse long
and your answers so short?

We must be soulmates
baked together in the same fiery furnace
that burns within us at such a searing
flame of understanding.

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