Aananda

you would’ve enjoyed knowing me; to see how I love the same music you did; to see that I eye      and love    just like you did. and with your time here, you found a way to be us. and I could use some aid in knowing how to be me,  because these puzzle pieces keep getting lost  and I lose another each time I go in search for one. But in remembering you i hope that our shared DNA would make the pieces you left behind fit perfectly into my gaps. and I’d know myself through you. But now you’ve fold into yourself and there’s nothing holding my universe together.

A burning flame of a soul causing a slow burn of my own. I cannot avert, I surrender to your indifference; your clout; your curb. You’re a blazing angel and I’m a gazer; serenading in rapture; only a witness to your magnificent show. Watching you, as the fire purifies; watch my destruction in your eyes. And the whole world is grey now that I’ve seen your glow. for the reality of you feels more real than the rest of our Lord’s ordeal. There is no crossroads; I have only one way to go. and my cruel wicked hope trots along on a path it doesn’t belong. And I’ll continue to love you dearly with a vague hostility. And the only way I’ll ever have you is if I step into the same pyre as you. melting into oneness, tranquil at home; until then, I’m stuck in monochrome.