I’ve started it-
This before and after role reversal
But the parts are blurred
And looking in the mirror
I can see both of me.

Our conversations are lost on me
I find them within my skin
But the words don’t reach my stories
And I can’t complete that sentence-

There are pieces of me-
A bit of shell and a bright colored glass
Grains of sand. The memory of the
Ocean kissing my feet.
These are so surely in love with you.

Without the doubts
Of my history
And where my hands have been.

And these fragments- seemingly
Abstract and unimaginative,
Have taken up residence in my soul
Alert with worry
Knowing too well the concepts
Of life and these rituals
We’ve created.

They all serve their purpose-
Even with reason forgotten
We’re fond of boxes
Because with all the fluidity of interaction
We have to exercise our control.
And barriers keep us safe.

Keep us in our character.
And our roles are thus
Fulfilled.
Draining our souls
Of any piece of love
We may have originally truly felt.