D(RIFT)

I will never fully grasp

myself in relation to you —

that I am of your flesh

but our eyes see a different world,

that I have heard your thoughts

but our minds know no common reason.

That I know your love so intimately,

but our hearts embrace distinctly.

I’ve tried to reconcile these inconsistencies:

To show you my world,

explain my thinking,

and expand the boundaries of compassion.

How else to truly connect but to share some truth?

Yet time has taught me

how firmly your roots are planted,

and that there are pieces of you

I would rather leave behind.

This losing each other is tragic,

but there is also beauty

in our separate souls, our unique foundations.

I find myself now in this new place,

the soil sweet and fresh,

and I am growing toward my own whole.