To My Other

A companion piece to my poem written for someone very special and integral to my life.

Our heathen temples are separated from the ghost apparitions within.
Tensions release and pull us back to each other as guardians.
Far away from each others company and looking into different skies -
we never really have to question why the daunting sight of impending doom affects our every step.
It was a perfect chance that our selves would prevent the other from diverting into a darkened crevice.
Today, the worry of your safety was a cacophony in my mind and at the current time of writing, even.
I cannot justify myself as being overtly cautious when you matter the most to my heart, dear;
and hearing (or not, for that matter) of your demise, would crush my thoughts into a hell so real,
afterwards - I could not imagine my life would have much appeal.

Author's Note

If you spot any grammatical errors, or if you notice anything with syntax, let me know, otherwise, just leave any advice, or constructive criticism, or just let me know if you really liked it, or one line even, thank you readers.