On and on

Back and forth, unstructured form
Replay the storm that was borne out
Of our meeting, the feeling isn’t fleeting
Each discussion brings a mental sleeting
Sheeting of innocent layers, where the players
Can rest easily once more, without fear of being
Torn from divinity, within his eyes I see me, and
That’s all I’ll ever need, truly, it’s grueling
To remember that come next september
We’ll be members of a different scheme, not the
Kind to breed rivalry, but to stir up a distance
Of eyes to seek kinship again, the two birds are
Friends until the wire suspends, afraid of
Remembering me before he defined what
I could be, or will be if the plan doesn’t cease
But it will in all reality, the truth is always bleak
Are miles capable of separating our contingency
Of similarity, of clarity in chaos, what initially came off
As hatred brewed into common nature slammed into
A grouping of feelings that can’t be expressed in
Conventional terms, so I’ll say it again and again
Until it sinks in, burrowed deep like a spring-worm
When hearts are firm, and brows are set
I’ll never be too proud to admit
I can’t forget