As I sit here in a moment of (non-)clarity
I recognize I don't need symbolism
To accompany us upon our journey
Into the distant purple forever
Lying upon a hazy mountain
Cold and foggy and fascinating.
As I look upon the bamboo
That is dying now due to age
The one I brought for you
In my humble attempt
At associating us with durability.
A first attempt at "I love you.
Rifling through the memory box
I am flooded with one wave and again
Of timeless smiles hoisted upon
Emotional connect to foreign ideals.
Mary a one feels like an end
Just a buffet of simple beginnings.
I appreciate the passing of the moments
Alongside you experiencing the world
For it is creating a tapestry of thrills
That can only find creation with a
Lifetime of forgotten re-memories.
Thank you for the select seconds
Where you stopped being aware
That there was anyone else
On the planet at that place and time.
Pergolas and metallicas and romantica-s.
Thank you for being you
When you are with me.
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