and it took me by surprise, this
buried memory of things
I heard you say upon a day
much less diminished.
knew each other for neither
asking nor acknowledging, but
for an unspoken assurance
this one act
eclipsed the peak of all prominence
my surroundings ever deemed I achieved,
you acknowledged the words I put in writing…
MY words, strung to mimic
the meanderings of a resentful mind
and the current of crumbling ideals and dissolving truths.
Not knowing what to expect and
least expecting what was received,
I walled the self aside,
not knowing what to show, no,
afraid of too much to show, the half-hearted manner
likely made it seem
that your recognition
didn’t amount to much…
it’s likely how a hollow world
of chance, imbalance, and self-absorbed disinterest,
your talents, dreams,
your own victories, or whenever
you tried to set your best self forward
– all met with that deafening silence of inconsequence.
repeated yourself again that day, then,
with an unfathomable distance between us,
with roles and circuits set in stone,
when I find it exhausting to believe in myself,
that you did.
So… here I arrive again,
repeating an unfailing orbit
at failing intervals.