Mea Maxima Culpa

A thin, clear form is beginning to show itself to me.
...so simple; how could I ever have forgotten this?
Her frame, lithe and shapely
Her stories of endless experiencings
Of her lovely world.

I tremble at her subtly changing expressions
I follow her move through every moment in my space
I sadly think of what might have happened if
We had not split

In my heart I am smiling though;
It is better to have learned that she is real
And know that in my life I have truly seen
Someone I could trade all of everything for...

This time I spend in all of my life
The only thing that I can be a part of
Is that which pulls my consciousness onward
The things that make my mind still.

All the things to get along in this
World have their consequences
All the things that make me smile
Wreak havoc in all lives that touch mine
All the satisfaction comes from
Having this life I've wanted
Now that it's in front of me
I balk at the reality...

I have a definitive need for something; fealty...
Soon I hope to have a different credo...
Till then I guess I'll work on my things and ramble endlessly...
Then the thoughts I have that I cannot divulge because their content frightens me...
Will pour from me until our eyes turn black from the crying
And the soul of the thing has grown thinny
And puny...
Oh sweet, wonderful you I am so sorry...
I'm sorry.