i
am just waiting for five o'clock to get here.
and you
are over there hoping five o'clock never comes.
we
live in parallel universes for a moment.

my bones
ache from the weight of your soul.
and your bones
can't survive without a crutch called me.
we
live in parallel universes for a moment.

my eyes
open the rising of the sun.
and your eyes
widen with the waning of the moon.
we
live in parallel universes for a moment.

i
no longer love you.
and you
finally fell in love with me.
we live in parallel universes for a moment.

They defined potential energy as the kind possessed by a body by virtue of its position relative to others.

So if we took the gravity of our attraction, multiplied by with how far we fell and how much we mattered in each other's heart, could we then calculate the capacity of our possible future?

Should that be the case, then could I pick up samples of your burnt cigarette cities for examination while walking down the straight aisles of your rational mind?

Or would you like to participate in a scavenger hunt for my shards of emotion last seen in the bittersweet galleries full of old sculptures that hang from my every limb?

Could your aisles lead to my galleries? Would you lead me in a waltz to lift my weighted being? Should I pick apart the ashes to find the lingering thoughts you've burnt?

Hypothesis? We will never be the same. But I long for this mirrored perspective, when we'll be lovers, lovers at last.

None of us are hard to define, really.
Complex, arrogant, head strong,
are just the tags that we gave ourselves.

None of us are difficult to understand, really.
Secretive, cryptic, reserved,
are just the ways we chose to be.

None of us are any different here, really.
Short, tall, dark, fair, ugly, beautiful,
are just mere words I would say.

None of us are entirely alike, really.
Not even the twin children I suppose,
but the love we all share is just the same.

None of us are identical to each other, really.
Contrasting ideals and opinions are always there,
but the tears we all shed are just the same.

None of us were meant to be clones, really.
This doesn't mean we discriminate and differentiate,
after all, the happiness we all experience is just the same.

Every soul is experiencing such radical perspectives.
No matter how much you think you understand, you don't.
My
body
aches.
Hating what I've done.
Hating who I've become.
Where did I go wrong?
Has it been that long?
Have I forgot what it means to live but merely i exist.
Whatever the circumstance is I know I will live.
I will fight for health.
We are warriors of light.
In this hollow place.

We must thrive, or we shall die.

Part I

No words need be spoken
Inhaling loudly,
She is mindful and content.
The only artifice here
A camera in her gear;
This instant in a frame
As wonders engulf her,
She claims.

I stand at the centre,
Swamped by
The tick of high heels and chatter.
Mindful and composed,
Left aghast
By the mass who walk past.
The right words come up
Binding my feelings to my art.

Part II**

Smell the air
Both dig inspiration
Elsewhere;

Differences
Of worldly proportions
Our nature
Do not fit by definition.

Entering each other's realm,
We love to understand.

May this gap
Be bridged with time
For I am afraid

We do not rhyme.

I live in the East
You live in the West
I roll to the right
You lean to the left

You watch the game,
I text my friends for fun.
You write every day,
What awaits me is always unsung.

I'm one that loves vanilla
While you prefer your chocolate
You live life in the open
I tend to close and lock it

I like the night,
You await the morning.
My sunsets, purple and pink,
Your sunrise has orange hues adorning.

I'm early to bed early to rise
You never seem to close your eyes
These days I'm moving rather slow
As you're always on the go

You have your coffee with cream,
I have my Kombucha tea.
You grill up some steaks to eat,
I say pass the salad to me.

Though we're miles apart
In differences between
Commonality we definitely
Have in our love of poetry