Oblivious to euphoria’s glance I abandon this fabricated fantasy,
The tasteful words farmed from familiar lips can no longer latch to my ears for the blare of the storm silences any newcomers.
Roar of the paradise would rinse any lingering regret though this cleanse was both needed and long overdue.
The current was strong, more diligent minds than I had been swept away into themselves so sure footed was the only way to proceed.
Among the mist and miscommunication there were pockets of delusion offering refuge from never-ending deluge.
The clouds peppered the horizon, stretching onward beyond where my vision could transport me and in that instance the realization was clear.
A robust reincarnation stands before me, adamant in his future endeavors his glare pierces what remains inside. He is furious, not at my actions but the lack there of. His ambition emitted an aura something I had long since forgotten. There was not a single word exchanged but the message of the encounter was all too clear.