My Beginnings

The dots do I join, to rediscover That which was forgotten, remembered through continuation Naivety had my youth shown plenty Lines of love, professed lies My aspirations stemmed, by a being not noticing. Time has it stopped not for my admiration Its progression I cannot prevent But my mind's reversion, has already occurred That which had been lived, is lived again Her entrance I appreciate once more; the essence unfound. Events are offered no change, by memories Questions unthought than, asked now The height of my feelings, a hyperbole A chance doomed by an evasive reality Her beauty existent; I chose a figment. Each confidant, hearing more passion than the last If doubts were raised, my words were shown A destiny I sought, with a name with no letters My stare, affording no return glance Her interactions echoing no friendship; my ignorance deflated. A work I had begun ardently, not knowing My return home , a return to future synonymy Pages torn, to drown in cliches Her rejection, could not disconcert The dots I made, do I join to know.