Juxtaposed

Hope and hopelessness: Blurred lines,
Merged separations. Distinctions make one
Of two. Distance and silence
Rhyme their ways through the night
When the loneliness seeps in, and the
Emptiness fills us.

We stay afloat:
We make a whole being parts of
An unspoken disaster. If I were free
Verse, he was a haiku. Literature,
Poetry, Philosophy: All mean
Nothing without us where contrasts
Blend and similarities disappear.

The known and the unknown
No more mutually exclusive:
Because I no more know when
The light died and the darkness
Began, Two opposites we are
Making our way through
Dysfunction and paradise
All the same.

If he is silence, I am The Iliad.
If he the ocean, I am the desert.
If he loves, I restrict. If I love,
He's away. Half a story is me,
The other half he. Maybe we
Were just meant to be.