Reduced Uncertainty about Future Action

You were like my sore cheek,

From grimacing too hard in abstract denial of the unknown,

Such fear gripping the inner lining of the clouds.

And the wind,

Like a cluster of life scripts dangling from eye tears and sweetened attachments to reconciliation.

I was called, not into the blue haze of darkness
but into the hole of asunder.

With fragmented light sparks exclaiming their ever blinding presence in my ever captured mind.

You, swept in like a trickle down a rain gutter and watched from afar as my weary arms dripped parts of my heart,

melting sweltering drops of serendipity. 

And I came closer.

You took three shots of bravado and breathed in my returned reciprocity, willing to establish any boundary I came near with striking clarity. 

You listened as I laughed, full of bitter defilement and skin wrenching panic.
Watching still again as my face contorted into self-improvement and decayed attempts to redesign perfection.

Yet, I still came closer.

I replaced longevity with something even longer; perpetuation and soon you began to smile at me.

You are my road, and the only one I know.