Horizons lost

In visions
recollections of familiar forms

angles of deflection
and rounded shapes of things

i suffer more than not of missing...
someone near and dear to me

having brought her a sadness

even i must concede
was the most insensitive

way i have ever chosen to proceed
without sharing or giving notice

lost in my own reflection
perhaps, fearing rejection

making calculation projecting profit
for a product, it seemed

i could not sell

so i advanced alone
retreating, back within my shell

reeling from an intensity of errors
spiraling ever more tightly

from emotions gone awry
as if forced into competition

knowing good and well you knew better
and i did not do as i should have by you

in some ways creating a disturbance
in you in reaction to

my reading between the lines
sorting through endless calculations

taking wings inside my head
could have swore i heard you say

arguments in the making
i simply could not quell

falling deep within a well
knowing fully the composite truth

without you...

life is hell

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