Trying to make out that face.
Trying to recognize my life.
So many images
and tears
blur my mind,
and cover my eyes.
Faith and fate,
they arise
from darkness.
Make it up
as I go along.
Playing my part in this
sad, sad game.
Home is a place to be found.
You come and I’m not there.
Spinning your world around,
missing the gold, unaware
that your treasure
is right in front of you,
but you don’t recognize it.
Spent so long searching,
that you have no way
to categorize it.
The face is yours,
but, who are you?
Who am I?
Are we two?
The bridge of your nose
isn’t like mine.
Your eyes, a different shape.
You skin,
a different hue,
but you are me,
or someone I create
to reflect me.
Just a mirror,
reflecting
my interior.
So, simply put,
I am not alone.
I have you
and we have home.
But you’re not here,
and I’m not there.
Seeking each other
in ourselves,
dimly aware
that we’re
going through
something incredible.
I need you,
and you need me.
It’s critical
we believe
in each other.
I see you, now.
I need you, now.
I believe you , now.
HG – 2022
