After the Flood

Happily and

ever after The End

I remember

and linger longer to reconsider 

what we learned

and the growth that you have known. 

I felt you in my memories 

visualizing vulnerabilities, 

drowning in the deep-end of my soul

I am not whole with or without you;

I AM. 

No longer defined by my perception 

or standing still in a preconceived illusion

that swell nearly swept me away.

Ebb and sway, we flow, 

I AM. 

Not going to say I am whole without or within you

With you in view, I have held your iris in my ears

The smell inspired a song

about a new hue of blue — printed perfectly inside the lines

as a thousand pictures painted under one headlight

smear and smudge all guides. 

Read between the crimes and 

hearken to the soundscape sifting through the skyline of my mind.

Do you see it now, upside down, as I did before the flood?

before they flipped it ‘round? 

If not now, then 

at the inception’s intervention, won’t you come back down?

You hesitate to take your time

Wasted patience is no virtue, mind you

I’m going blind to bind a heart that you fear will somehow hurt you

My love, must I muster another pantomime to remind you?

No matter where or how ever

it ends,

it never will 

if it already did.