Can we be alone?

Me and you stuck between you and me;
this is the moment and breathing space;
where I can be me, and I could witness you;
when an interruption is misdirection, instead of a distraction;
I can meet you there, and I will come and no-one else;
you will coax me where, alone is not an option;
so I never see you, and you never see me;
by bobbles of heads and voices that tinker in the background,
there is more between you and I than words and waves,
but they never make it through the tinnitus;
follow me like you never have,
trust my actions for they will never betray my true nature;
that’s what you fear though, my nature;
I am not the beast that bludgeons doors, shatters windows, and pours another glass;
I’m a maker, a creator, and idea that’s bound to pass;
and as my trails may seem somewhat lonely, one cart drowning in the rain;
my love and plague of Fortune, is how the story reads;
there is room for two, three, and far too many to trust, and the fewer be honest;
can we talk?
Can we be alone?
I have no flesh that spurns me, or shall ever mar another;
has it ever been so true, that we have never been together,
never have we been us,
or you ever asked, “Can we be alone?”

~ by remothe2nd on March 1, 2008.