Two Hearts

I don't understand.

But things have not felt so wrong in

a long time.

Things have seemed hopeless and

angering, and emotionally trying.

But things feel wrong

now. They are not askew,

nor angering, nor anything but

wrong.

Somehow, none of anything

is right. It is though it never has been,

like I am coming to after a black out,

like I've been in some hazy coma.

I have awoken and realized

it's all wrong.

It feels anxious and needy

and distancing.

None of my work in anything

means anything in the slightest,

it seems.

But disconcertingly enough,

it feels like some

dynamic between us has changed.

Like I said something,

you said something,

perhaps it was the two of us in conversation

who have brought me to this conclusion.

It feels as though their was a shift

in the well-established

space between us.

It makes me feel cold,

somehow. Like it has always been

this way and I am just now waking up to it.

I don't like this at all.

But I cannot help but feel this way,

for whatever reason.

And so the tide has changed,

but there is somehow no way to

quit this.

I love you,

and it's been for a while,

and I feel it shall be so,

for a while at least.