Reason

There’s a reason
I know, some
growth that could
only happen this way.
Why did he have to
be perfect? Why
did the signs have to
be so clear,
light rain
and shimmering cosmic colors
dancing, blessing our
every step forward?
Why did he adore me,
tossing around the words
love and beautiful and sexy
entranced by my every move?
Why did we instantly forge
these bonds?
We needed to grow, I guess,
and this is how to do it
with pain from bonds
torn asunder
refusal to look at me
or touch me
words forgotten and
signs that mean
nothing after all.

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