near blinded
momentarily
by strategic imitation
be it meat or man
that flattering thief
between me and my one and only
right to my left
gone but still about me
woke by pheromones
my love
and i wouldn't
be the same without
him
squirrelly fingers
in my world
i will live
watching his return to winter
the grave
i found him in
haunted by
ghosts and demons and whispers and gremlins
unconquered by dividing us
even apart we will
never know true zero
try as they might to shade our exponents
the intense reacting
love when we get there
a gamble that i am putting my best
educated bet on
a house is nowhere near
the home he is
or the big bang
and true loving for a long time
thereafter
this began as he
recruited me
for the role for the roll
and i doubted his gift from a universe
far away
granted
as my wish for him
i denied
but he returned
and then he came back
and then he did both again
and again
and again
and again
and i
let myself fall in
love with him
and now i
return
as the burden of asking
not for his blind favor but for forever
and again
and again and again
and again
if i must
until he remembers
about nobody other than
us
our sigma love or bust
About the Creator
⸘jason alan‽
:::WARNING:::
i am only responsible for what i say,
not for what you understand.
you may learn to be charmed by my [secret‽] discontent,
or you may not.
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