A meditation on expectations.
I want to take you with me.
There’s a vision. There: hope.
A castle, dangling amongst the clouds, made of molten sand drifting back into vast sea.
Sweet comfort of your embrace. I want to take you with me.
Suddenly, jarred by gradual perplexity.
Your afar, your vision, is far from mine.
Dropped from a height; hanging cliff of reality.
The not so gentle reminder that I alone walk this path.
Expect, await, anticipate, envisage, presume;
I was so sure it would carry you with me; companion on my path.
Anchor of my ship.
Do I really want to drag a body?
Escaping the expectations, needed to bring you, will free.
I want to take you with me.
But we’re running in opposite directions;
To presume is to limit. To envisage is to constrict. To await is to stop.
Just imagine two parallel paths.
I can’t take you with me.
But
I’ll take your love with me.
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