Flight Patterns

What is this?

This feeling of an extra reality

Heightened Senses

With an underlying sense of dread

Here we are

Spiraling into one another

Mental Caresses

Still tainted with the knowledge of end

 

Yet, it has such a magnetized pull, like every moment led to us here now

Such a raw version of present time, yet still pulling me to you

 

Now I know

This raw awareness of ache

Seeps into my bones

Runs through me and grounds me

It had to end

Memories etched into my soul

Forever altered

Permanently carved in the past of  was

 

Yet we now repel against one another, as if forging opposite paths

Such a brutal collision, still forcing me further from you

 

Funny how it is

The exact thing that drew me to you

Your wounded soul

Is cause for our walk to the end

 

Now I find the reality of you, the unique and captivating way you are

Such a raw version I have known of you, a bittersweet end