This is the beginning of a story about us.
You are different from me, you do not fit, always moving, changing houses, a stranger
not living in your father's land, you are like a fingerring that is too big, slipping around
never staying in place.
You are feeling all right about it, never actually missing anything.
Your love lives are short, too passionate, draining you instead of filling you,
lovers never grow under your skin.
They hide their night face, sleeping in your bed,
in the mornings they hurry away, wearing their artificial day face.
I need no close ties, you say, I have my child, with him I share the right amount of passion,
but surely, I say, you know you have to enjoy his sweet smelling hair
while he is young? Once he is grown, he will be searching for
his own future love, and you must let him search and be alone.
In my present life I have made a promise, that will make me alone sometime to come, it all depends on the life of somebody else.
I know I cannot live a solitary life, ‘cause I am a social person,
I need connections, ties with other people, I'm a one size fits all person,
so I need you, my opposite, to be with me, in the future.
I wonder if you are aware of this, my reversed me?
Promise me, my mate in soul,
to be alert when the time comes
You consider my telepathic thoughts for a while,
and feel a glimpse, a vision, a vague remembrance of a distant dream
of how our future will be.
I sense that now, is not the time. My wishes do not penetrate
your mind, do not pierce your heart, in the right way.
So I make you shake your head
to get rid of this nagging disturbance of new arms.
Each time this happens, a small splinter
stays inside you, growing and planning, preparing you for
our first meeting IRL.
In the meanwhile, I comfort myself with the thought that we share the same moon.