And then I knew,
Like a resigned nod
that prompts the stately closing
of massive doors upon some fictive scene.
And then I knew
that delusions of proximity
are like delusions of grandeur, only
twice as laughable and five times as distant.
And then I knew.
despite saying I was cool with all of it,
I could do without everything but hope,
and that was not on offer.
I understood the measure
you would take from me
and it was not enough.
The dull, enduring pinch of unreciprocated passion?
The blissful numbness of self-disillusion
Ah. Distant cousins those two.
Ouch! That one hurt…
Loved it, especially “I could do without everything but hope,
and that was not on offer.”
“What hope, in truth to offer save maybe this
That in the ashes of our fire that both snuffs and kindles
a kind of alchemy will seep that,
mixed with hands and minds and tears,
will birth something wondrous and strange
as to confound two lonely souls
and fill that place the fire leaves behind
made from us, and greater too”
*hugs*