It may have been a simple overstatement
Or maybe shocking surprise
But what courses through me says otherwise
I came into this experience
Prepared for my utter collapse
Into something unfamiliar, yet expected
It would be a lie if I admitted it was what I desired
Perhaps true in the chase of achieving
Of finding truth in the smallest things
But the notion of being alone
Was one I had not confronted
But had given myself up to, swallowed in the expanse of myself
Then she appeared
Sitting at the end of a table
Of which I had no business sitting in
She seemed normal at first, perhaps a bit shy
But even I could see she was different, almost as if she felt out of place
A weakness to some, but a sense I held. And that has made all the difference
We spoke, we laughed, but it was normal.
I hold myself from most people. It’s been a habit, foretold as negative.
I realized she was unique, but I didn’t know it then
And time passed as time tends to do
Hidden in its ways of longevity and forgetfulness
Except in small moments that come to define ages
And such a moment happened then
One lonely night. I was joined by her
And we spoke, laughed as before, but there was something different
Perhaps it was in her unnatural lift of voice
Or maybe it was something I was simply imagining
And then she told me a truth, something I had been ignorant of
Such truths don’t come easily, as most lies do.
Words in these truths hold power, and her power was represented
With something that strikes me to this day
It was a small thing, a few thousand molecules really
Of common liquid, perhaps with a grain of salt attached
But it hit me as if a waterfall had appeared at her behest
I realized many things at that singular moment, before that tear had even a chance to escape
Foremost that I had been wrong, oh so wrong
Of who she was to me
And, just as significant, that somehow, she had changed me
Past the person who wanted to be alone
Who couldn’t connect
Almost as if, in my ignorance,
She had slipped past all notions I had previously known
Creating a path previously unseen to my eyes
And in ages past and days foretold
I chose the road traveled through her path
And that will make all the difference
Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 4:39 PM UTC
It may have been a simple overstatement
Or maybe shocking surprise
But what courses through me says otherwise
I came into this experience
Prepared for my utter collapse
Into something unfamiliar, yet expected
It would be a lie if I admitted it was what I desired
Perhaps true in the chase of achieving
Of finding truth in the smallest things
But the notion of being alone
Was one I had not confronted
But had given myself up to, swallowed in the expanse of myself
Then she appeared
Sitting at the end of a table
Of which I had no business sitting in
She seemed normal at first, perhaps a bit shy
But even I could see she was different, almost as if she felt out of place
A weakness to some, but a sense I held. And that has made all the difference
We spoke, we laughed, but it was normal.
I hold myself from most people. It’s been a habit, foretold as negative.
I realized she was unique, but I didn’t know it then
And time passed as time tends to do
Hidden in its ways of longevity and forgetfulness
Except in small moments that come to define ages
And such a moment happened then
One lonely night. I was joined by her
And we spoke, laughed as before, but there was something different
Perhaps it was in her unnatural lift of voice
Or maybe it was something I was simply imagining
And then she told me a truth, something I had been ignorant of
Such truths don’t come easily, as most lies do.
Words in these truths hold power, and her power was represented
With something that strikes me to this day
It was a small thing, a few thousand molecules really
Of common liquid, perhaps with a grain of salt attached
But it hit me as if a waterfall had appeared at her behest
I realized many things at that singular moment, before that tear had even a chance to escape
Foremost that I had been wrong, oh so wrong
Of who she was to me
And, just as significant, that somehow, she had changed me
Past the person who wanted to be alone
Who couldn’t connect
Almost as if, in my ignorance,
She had slipped past all notions I had previously known
Creating a path previously unseen to my eyes
And in ages past and days foretold
I chose the road traveled through her path
And that will make all the difference
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