Graceful symmetry 

It was a time of almost perfect everything 

You were with me…. and not 

Nothing withheld as you came like a thief in the night  

I gave gladly yet knowing it would die as a star 

Burns bright to it’s end leaving a shower maybe 

Dust and then nothing to touch me 

Until one day you suddenly would….

Not skin to skin or tangle of limbs alight with sparks 

You left a call on the wind that I can hear now 

Saying you cared in the only way you could 

You were a different person then 

Fitting in or hoping to live up to some dream 

Belonging to another bestowed on you 

Well meant I don’t doubt 

I observe now your being the person I saw beneath 

Not sad I don’t have you 

But that you found happiness and don’t look for the 

Symmetry, graceful symmetry as the only guide 

You see without the crowd you began to be 

A floater on the edge of vision 

The symmetry once I imagined we had in abundance 

Gone with life being lived 

Breath being felt violently cold in lungs shrivelled 

So busy with the graceful symmetry of us  

That I stopped inhaling, exhaling 

And shrivelled shrunken almost to nothing 

First breath shocking as I saw there was no likeness 

Nothing for me except newness and changing tides 

And you were washed away wailing 

That you’d become transparent or as you said 

Misunderstood 
Ailsa 

©AilsaCawleyPoetry2017