Wearing the shape of me

  When readiness was performed

Yet, I longed for more. I longed to care for another. A being that would finally feel like mine alone.
This poem is about Andronikos, the fallen one, who almost was.

In a divine way I always knew.
Not as if it were a warning.
Not as intruction. .
I knew in the way the air changes
before rain showers itself upon us,
the way the body rehearses pain
without announcing it.
Still, I chose my devotion
to the long arc,
to soft yet bold persistence,
to the faith that time,
when treated with care,
learns new behavior.
I did not mistake our love for certainty.
I mistook patience & endurance for proof.
I believed proximity could teach growth,
that care, applied steadily,
might coax the becoming
from what was only ever circling.
But now I carry a quieter truth
some things are sincere at heart
and still remain unfinished. 
Sometimes potential is never reached
and our most serendipitous moment 
flee. 
And I found LOVE
even when real
does not always cross the distance
without equal steps
taken from both sides.

                         Love without cost, mistakes wanting for movement.

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