The horizon was ablaze with amber light
The sea mist ascended, merging the layers.
It was hard to tell between the two.
Those fateful moments between day and night
He pondered
I wondered
In the twilight we were one
Clarity, agency
But then it passed, and the moment was gone.
Blown away like leaves in the October wind.
I sit back and idly observe
He makes his own path.
I can’t stop him
He just follows the camber
The steady curve
He doesn’t listen to me any more
There was a time when he did.
I watch from afar.
Watch him clumsily navigate his way through life.
I’m a stranger with no control.
He’s my hopeless avatar.
They have no love for one another
One says right the other says left
He doesn’t say what I want him to
He did when we were children
That person I was no longer exists
Only the people I’ve become.
Society. Societal norms. I think that’s where he’s heading. I can’t be sure. Chaos is an endless river and I’ve given up trying to predict which meandering tributary he’ll float down next. I know that’s not what I want though. I don’t know what I want, but that’s not it. I’m sure he’ll remove his many masks.
I’m sure he’ll let me in eventually.