suspended animation

hello fellow traveler,
felt, seemed like i knew you
seemed, felt like you knew me too
something treading on extraordinary
in that it was a connection
not typical aka shallow aka
all smiles, all chit chat,
all based in a pleasant nothingness,
hollow

seems i felt then, a safety
to be my self and give you
my absolute
sincerity, star shine, heart mined
to its depths
gave you my gold,
joyfully, happily so

so...what happened?
no idea
maybe...
you, the most beautiful illusion
i never could've known
thought i was an asset to your energy
not a building block intrusion

stable foundations
a flow, a force, unforced, flowing, natural
thereby wonderful,
therefore a kid at christmas
how my senses remember you
vividly
just being there, with
around, unexpectedly

enlightened...

now
i simply don't know
where it all went
suspended animation
it shows

that I'm not that important
like you, so important to me
things just are,
nothing bad, nothing wrong
it's up to you,
bring your plate to the party

i adore you, regardless
but I'm torn, as to the truth,
heart of you

fellow traveler
do you at least kind of consistent
kind of like me?
still around

still here like the sun

it rises, it falls
it hides behind clouds
then it bursts, beams of heaven

you could get away with murder
and on the witness stand
I'd lie for you

cuz that's what real friends,
rare, do
amongst a brotherhood
of fellow human travelers

in a world of posing people,
found...

in suspended animation
a propensity to care
what you go through,
what you feel

maybe not equal
between us

but the truth remains,
regardless, the human
disposition to drown

in ourselves, me, a stranger
but the glory, the gift,
it became a you, a me,
an us, i felt bloom,

loved it's spell.

lived it well.

gave it my all.

no sadness,
then remains
in the suspended animation
of the "how could i not?"
for you,

fall.

in a way
you can call it
whatever you'd like
or don't call it anything
it's a distinct possibility
you may, may not
or...just...might...

call me one day
remembered, remarked
as your friend

in a way known, actualized
only to us...

mutual reciprocity
mutually integrated

trust.

the beautiful things, they last
beyond the questions of mind,
the chaos of concern,

forward thrust....

and heart-breakers
have their reasons,
i guess.

just as heart makers
feel such love, unwaveringly
undyingly

no matter what,

i confess.


bowen hart roselli
20 november 2020
ringwald love