mariposa, part 2

I didn’t know how to feel when I saw your text,

nonetheless what to say when you asked what I’ve been up to

likewise, I didn’t even know you transferred a year ago.

JUST LIKE I WROTE, i’VE NEVER BEEN bitter about that summer

praying for your peace, HOPING YOU WERE SAFE,

knowing what we had was oveR.

and SEPARATELY-

we both fell in love with our true lovers for an eon,

grEW into a woman and a man, mentally, career-wise

BEFORE IMPLODING INTO RUBBLE INEVITABLY

STILL, I HOPE IT’S FINE NOW TO ADMIT

THAT THROUGHOUT IT ALL,

YOU WERE IN MY MIND EVERY TIME I LISTENED TO OUR SONG

for the past two suns,

I’ve looked at MY HALF OF THE charm we made together

the one that collects dust in my jewelry box,

THAT i still cherish as if it JUST came out the FURNACE

THOUGH that’s just ME.

BUT YOU TOLD ME THAT you also kept YOURS,

even though i’M so minimal in comparison

to what you’ve experienced after US

but I appreciate your reach

and IT’S COMFORTING that THE LINGERING WAS MUTUAL

THAT WE WERE not only peering, but phantoms in each others’ lives

hoping we would get caught by each other

just for the CHANCE to say hello again.

and so we did, AS IF WE WERE GUIDED

kind souls always stay connected.

you tell me you’re still scared and you feel guilty for leaving,

but I’d guard you in my arms if you wanted to come home.

please tell me about alaska for now,

and your birthday trip to my city

and if the gate happens to close again FOR THE NEXT EON

I STILL won’t be bitter, as I’LL listen to our song

while i look over the lake’s horizon again