A Knowing.

For us,
Looking into each other's eyes
Is some unavoidable,
mirror thing.
You see in me,
Traces of your own heartache,
Your horror of sometimes facing a new day.
I see in you,
A thing not loved,
like I could.
A pain untended,
like I would,
A hope unfulfilled,
like I should.

For us,
Being in the presence of each other,
Is some necessary,
uncontrollable thing.
You see in me,
A loneliness not easily quenched,
A hesitation to even go home at night.
I see in you,
A man not touched,
like I would,
A need unattended,
like I could
A heart un/smoothed,
like I should.

For you,
Duty rings of most import,
Like some pavlovian to
a distant bell.

For me,
Fantasy rules the universe
of my heart...
...dreams full of you,
your countenance,
your needs,
my measures,
to meet your means.

For us,
No end looms near,
Like looking out onto
an ocean filled horizon.
The place where land
has left water.
The space where dreams
have left the mind, the heart,
In exchange for daily life fodder.

For me,
If I could say anything,
I would say...
I understand.
Live your life as you need,
But, if any of my words,
you would e'er heed...
Rest your hopes, dreams,
simple desires,
in my hand,
in my heart.
I would give the last breath I had,
to simply play the part.

Jason Christopher Johnson
July 6, 2012