Meltdown

This aftermath of you at last expands
within a single reprimand, that says:
"No more."
You were so sure your sickly sweet
and showy, slow-grown southern
ways would charm another path
to lead you back into my life.

But all the walls are melting down;
and no one can stop this chance,
this dance conceived within
the happenstance and aftermath
of your decisions.

Your desperation reeks of schemes
so secretive that you yourself could
never dream of all the consequences.
I watch now, as you take
the true experiences we shared
and divide within your separation
all that once was whole, tearing
love to bits and pieces as you
try to justify the unjustifiable;
thereby destroying the very
love you claim to share.

Now all the walls are melting down;
and no one can stop this chance,
this dance conceived within
the happenstance and aftermath
of your decisions.

Time moves on, inexorably increasing,
moving you further and further away,
and I can do nothing but to aid
the effort; for to try to keep you near
would be to destroy all that I have
built my life upon. I simply cannot
agree to the destruction of this love
that I still live for.

For all the walls are melting down;
and no one can stop this chance,
this dance conceived within
the happenstance and aftermath
of your decisions.

The seeds you left inside of me
are dead; already they’ve begun
their necessary transformation
into something other than what
they were. I feel their great need,
and to this I must respond, for their
death is not welcome in my being,
this flesh created in patterns of
rebirth.

Now all the walls are melting down;
and no one can stop this chance,
this dance conceived within
the happenstance and aftermath
of your decisions.

You are yours, and I am mine again;
and this is just how it must be, for you
made the choice to make it so; and
so it will be, at every level, in every
realm – whether you ever choose
to understand it or not.

If you feel a great sadness come
and wrap itself around you, know
that it is yours to bear; for I have
born more than my share of this
undeniable essence of your suffering.
When you seem to be attacked by
a rage that cannot be endured; take
its energy and use it to move on,
knowing you have drawn it to yourself
for a reason.

Now all the walls are melting down;
and no one can stop this chance,
this dance conceived within
the happenstance and aftermath
of your decisions.

And when at last, again you feel
a longing for the comfort and
completeness of the love that we
once shared, only then may you
think of me again. And I will be
there, in the wind, still loving you...

? Michaelette ?

5/5/2001
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