[original fic] you're with your own kind now, g

[hihoplastic]

you're with your own kind now
- original: poetry: free verse
- 5; acceptance



perfect symmetry, you fit
(we didn't)
misbelieving all those years,
maybe
regretfully -
respectfully,
a slow drifting and a quiet aftermath.

you're with your own kind now,
blending into focus
you were always the limelight -
embodied;
you made stars look like faded patches on old jeans,
made the street lights humble,
bowing their necks,
dimming;
you were bright enough, their presence repetitive
and unnecessary
(like us?)
like i would always have been next to you.

it's all for the best, the treacherous voice murmurs -
it doesn't believe itself but it tries,
eyes closing and breathing calm it staves off the inevitable
as best it can;
it grows stronger with every day
and every photograph of you
with your own kind, blending, meshing
where you belong?
(it has to wonder, will you lose that spark
among others who try to reflect off pavement like you do -
did? -)
but i shake my head:
you will never be kept silent.

imperfect symmetry,
we never quite fit.
too tall, too opposite;
my feet were always too small to align with yours

just another regret i keep in my basket
full to the brim with postcards unaddressed,
and time capsules,
and lyrics we never set to music.

it's all for the best,
the voice resigns -
for you,
the best,
you're with your own kind now.

and i'll be here
in the quiet aftermath,
of things never said

slowly drifting.