All She Wanted

It was like a spiral,

Just spinning and spinning,

On and into oblivion.

She had one person she could trust.

Only one person in the world and they sat right there-

Face darkened and troubled

And expression painfully sweet.

It was like a reflective surface

Letting her fall away from her chosen gait

And into her own resonance.

And what a painful resonance that was.

And what a painful reality that would echo.

It was like a spiral,

Just spinning and spinning,

On and into oblivion.

She had one person she could trust.

She had one person who understood her wholly-

Every movement and action was decrypted immediately;

Whether they did so themselves

Or she did so in their development was

Irrelevant.

After all, they sat right here, always:

Whole and yet fragmented

In predictable puzzle pieces laid out for her,

Ready to be viewed but never solved.

You could say they had a mutual solace

And that solace was reflected in glass shards

Built of a once pristine, unassuming whole

That they each gathered from around the world

In wounds embedded deep in their bodies.

It was quite ironic;

Without the glass, maybe they’d never see.

But because of it, they had to see,

Or else risk everything.

It was like a spiral,

Just spinning and spinning,

On and into oblivion

Like a crystal chandelier

Of disillusionment and change.

But the strangest part was that it was ok.

This was how it should be-

Painful glass mirroring the miasma outside

Only for fostering solace in their

Deciphering.

This was how it should be-

Lest they lose each other.

It was all she ever wanted.