i may have been a point of departure for you.
i just don’t know now; i can’t say what’s true.
i can only gather what was left in my lap,
the accusations flung, as you fled, in a snap.
the sudden panic to get away, your eyes burning into mine,
only bespoke questions that can only be answered by time.
patterns emerge when seen by afterthought;
how they were arranged, repeated, but in the end, for naught.
what i didn’t know,
as it shifted in time
was what you saw in me, what for,
or what changed; why so unkind?
the restraints you claimed bound by were in your imagination,
the conflict to counter was only the interplay you were contained with.
an adversary creates an invisble part to use.
but isn't real, and doesn't supplant the truth;
the impetus, both cause and reaction, is owned, only, by you.
some people thrive on tempting taboos,
but to set that up is only a ruse.
when another understands, and does not resist,
a sense of control can be gained, and that hunger will persist.
it’s infectious, and hungry, a thirst for belief,
and if one is honest, and one is not,
hedging bets, playing odds becomes the dynamic,
as if agreement is a victor,
but only supports remaining frantic.
the specter of entanglement, or even restraint
that i didn’t know existed
shifted what i said i avowed and allowed
into what was evidently thought of as resisted.
but Allowing is neither
complacency nor belief;
it's understanding another's not necessary
for you to have credence.
i never resisted;
never disrespected your wishes.
in fact i could almost say i obeyed.
i never placed you to stand in defense of me;
never did anything abrasive,
everything was always your way.
a complaint of restriction was spat out;
romantic entanglement had you bound.
but i always said you didn't belong to me,
so the same is true of course, the other way 'round.
i'm not even sure if it was Me that was offended;
a kneejerk reaction like that hasn't time to contend with.
more, it is Spirit, what your gut has to say,
and you welcome, or defend, by what is thrust or gifted.
and as the bridge made of dominoes crumbles and falls,
the ones that fall to the wayside become the most important of all.
for they are the strays that keep adding up to the pattern
of behaviors and words used that reveal what mattered.
3, 2, 1,
or 1, 2 and 3,
no matter the toss,
the truth is there now, to see.
for whatever anyone accuses means nothing in the end;
when the matched point is stalemate and has no defense.
it doesn't change who you are,
what you did, or said;
the only change might be your regard of them.
'Fool Me Once' allowed the twice;
for if it worked the first time,
you accepted the turn on that dime.
so you walk away knowing your part.
the Good Housekeeping seal by saying honey, that's okay.
i just wanted you be happy;
never asked you to change.
never asked for a Committment,
still feel the same, still do what i always do.
nothing ever shifted for me,
i got all i asked for;
there is no Day to rue.
i never denied you anything.
there is nothing i ever refuted.
i accepted what you offered, you can't resent that now;
i just wanted to be Included.
i can take full Responsibility for everything, if you'd like;
what does it matter?
it's no skin off my teeth.
i was never invited into the drama anyway,
so go ahead,
if that gives you relief.
in the end, the Match Point
is no point at all.
pitched, scored, won or lost,
just a flat surface on which you strolled.
what Could Have Been becomes what Is;
there is nothing wrong.
continuum is all that was learned and gained;
there is nothing missing, at all.
GRAPHIC: "The Ruse of the Chase,"
cartoon graphic, obviously Found Art.