i suppose that there won’t be a better time for me to unabashedly record this breadth of feeling; barely censored, semi-public.  i doubt that you’ll happen upon it any time soon, but if you do, it shouldn’t hold many surprises.

you’ve managed to reverse night and day. my sunsets are sunrises now, but that was a long time coming.

you’re the simple thing that complicates most of my undistracted moments with the slow uncertain promise that things could be more than adequate, for once.

you’re the thin sheet of ice on which i lay in muffled paroxysms, spiderwebbed with fractures like the arterial streets that enwrap our fair convoluted city of sodium lights and chemical smog.  you’re the forerunner, the tribulation, the sharp breath caught in my chest, the wildfire by which i warm my numbing hands.  you remind me that very few things are difficult enough to warrant a premature ending.

unexpectedly, my priorities have been consolidated, a warm and unfamiliar future faintly pencil-sketched in my wavering stars, awaiting a more lasting ink.

it does not bother me that i no longer recognize my reflection when it’s illuminated briefly as we pass under street lights, a quietly cinematic stranger staring wry through dark tinted windows, in the giddy dreamtime state that follows repeated a lack of sleep. 

words aren’t required as the both of us observe the rest undetected, overly alert and faintly amused.

when the time comes for the play’s last act, that great cataclysm, the grand finale of it all, i can almost see us watching it all burn out, expectant and unafraid. 

smiling, even.

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