Asymptote

Imagine a curved line that can come close to reach a horizontal line but never actually touches it. That untouchable horizontal line is the asymptote.

There once was a time

As Eldest siblings

we served

I, as Mom

You, as Pop

Our pack of bandits

Childhood spent

We ruled the lot

 

And I wondered

Would WE be?

A We?

Not you

Nor I

 

For me

you live

in fireflies

come out to play

at night

 

For me

You live

High atop Macy’s tree

In Secrets shared

Of could be

 

For me

You live

In the Tall tale

Of an 8yr old’s Proposal

 oft regaled

 

For me

You live

in the barn amidst

Hay fort fears

Born sparks alit

 

Did you wonder?

Would WE be?

A We?

Not I

Nor You

 

Too long I fear

We played this game

Tag you’re it

You with her

Him and me

Paths diverged

Ways decided

 

But

Once we laid

Side by side

Lip locked

for Briefest moment

Inside Whispers soft

Colliding in a dream

 

so close

The choice seemed 

within our grasp

to become

we

And yet

You chose her

Not me

 

That is how

A heart can break

Two halves

We

Never were

Just I

And You

 

Watching as

she walked the aisle

I stood breathless

To Say goodbye

As our childhood promise

Sweet whispered

we

Passed us by

 

So you see

I no longer wonder

Will We be

A We

For You

There is No I

only she

you see

 

Reviews

[Djourrisse Appleby]

Nice one

[DCT ponderings]

Thank you

[Djourrisse Appleby]

hehe, made me remember my childhood crushes n_n

[Horizon K.]

This is lovely! I love the breaks, the way this breathes through, lives within, these memories of childhood love and promises from long ago... promises made and never meant to be kept. Bittersweet and poignant.

[DCT ponderings]

Thank you

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

This is such a fantastic piece with so much imagery that is just impossibly moving.

For me
You live
in the barn amidst
Hay fort fears
Born sparks alit

This was my absolute favorite part of the piece. The colors, the textures, the emotial impact of these lines...totally blew me away.

The larger metaphor of this piece is also not lost in the beauty of the words. Sometimes destiny has a way of not quite connecting the threads, and we just fly alongside one another never truly touching. The idea of the Asymptote is such a creative way to explain what you have written in these lines.

[DCT ponderings]

Sarah. Thank you so much for your reviews. You always give me a constructive reflection. I really appreciate it.

That's one of my favorite stanzas as well. As kids (our neighborhood gang) we used to sneak into the neighbors bar and build forts out of the hay bales. One day there was an electric spark from the old wiring. We hightailed it out of there but had to alert the neighbor so he knew we had been trespassing all those years. I think we had to clean out stalls as penance. :)

This was written for one of my oldest childhood friends. I thought the title fit... so close yet so far away.

[Shaun Payton]

Its like so close but not to be..A admiration..a relationship wanted but not granted by circumstance or choice. Nice form, smoothe readin, enjoy your brilliantly creative talent :)

[DCT ponderings]

Sometimes this is how it is fated. Thank you.

[Shaun Payton]

that is true, i know so too well:(

[Nick.B]

Well the title took me to some horrifying memories (lim x/253346x^21344 and so on....) anyway that imaginative curve can symbolize the meeting between two loved ones, a break up or even an up going to the right direction, well done

[DCT ponderings]

Thanks Nick. In real life I was never smart enough to navigate this level of math. I just never realized I had actually lived it.

[Nick.B]

Trust you don't need this kind of math(yuck...) unless someone sticks a gun to your head on the street and ask to calculate the vertical asymptote or you'll be shot...but that will never happen...

[DCT ponderings]

If it does I am having them call you!

[Nick.B]

good one :))))