camou.flage in a reflection

You came into my life like a whisper, a beforethought. The first time I heard you I felt your words in me, digging-into-my-dirt felt you. I remember thinking that few things surprise, entrance and interest me all at once. I didn’t know where you came from or where you were going. What I felt rather than knew was that I was going with you.

Will power or want, which would I follow? What if they took me in the same direction? If this was written.down.somewhere long ago, then where does free will and choice factor? I laughed as you shook your head, how could you already know the conversation going on in my head? Could you?

Never interrupt me when I am arguing with myself, we would say in unison. That mock stern look in your eyes what did it camouflage? Or did it really all come so easy to you, for you? Could you hear my internal soundtrack? And if so, why had you not spoken up? How could my song selection not sell me out? Stand before me and point, screaming infidel at me.

Love and death and sorrowful ways. Wilted flowers dreaming of rainy days somewhere, certainly not here but somewhere.else I feel I paid the artist to paint us as we were, and then he lost interest and.wandered off? Who does that? and where are those hidden words?

Me, the solitary believer. A song with missing lyrics. Margins covered with crossed out words. How did our journey take us here, to this desolate place? Maybe the artist did understand my intent. Maybe it wasn’t a play on words misheard.

Again and again i hear. you and that song-on-repeat. we got to the part where the crescendo is supposed to. get us out of the chorus and to the finale. i yelled cut and you whispered scene…