YOU ARE REAL

11 10 12

Our paths have never crossed.  

I wish I could say that the way it should be said, 

as a melancholy cliche or a matter-of-fact

shrug of words aimed at some distant relative.  

But our feet have never drank from the same 

puddled chalices of rain, nor have they swam

in the same warm memory-foam sand pools

of our respective summers.

Even with the same sun,

our weather systems seem to mock

parallel universes in our varying

degrees of Eastern Canada;

you in your province near the water,

I in my province on the water.

But words are free of boundaries;

even languages are little

more than human road signs.

Somehow our words found a way

to intertwine amid the infinite

map of cyberspace.

Somehow we crossed at some intersection

of the Internet.

No, our paths have never crossed,

but our words have made a galaxy

uncharted by anyone else we've ever known.

You are more real to me

than a country or a continent

or a solar system.

You have found matter in my name.

You have said when Fortune knocks

you answer.

Now that we are well into

what is like a sequel of communication

in the aftermath of apparent disappearance,

I wonder more than ever:

what if my feet ultimately met

those alien sidewalks and my knuckles

met your door.

What if I was there to comfort you

in person in this time of turbulent emotions

and apparent loneliness?

Yes, apparent to me when, 

if we were in each other's shoes,

you could read me better than

any readers of my words that I can recall.

I've always felt an air of imbalance

in that level of our shared existence.

You can lift me from the darkest of depths

with as little as three words:

Cheer up smarty,

while here I am scrawling frantically

an answer like a deadline dash

to the sadness that now smothers

you like winter wind in the face of

your commuting forward.

I wish I could put down my pen

and clap your cheeks with these

hands of mine and kill the frostbite

of your despair.

Would you thaw beneath the realism

of a shared vicinity of smoky breaths?

What if your ears were exposed

to my voice and your eyes to my presence?

It matters to me yet it matters not

for you've made yourself real to me

in spite of this decade of distance.

Yet you wish you were unreal now

to spite the sadness that must feel

as though it's picking on you;

well of course you know me oh so well.

I would fight it off like

any bully in the flesh,

not to be a hero or a

knight in shining armour,

but to keep you real just to realize

how real you are to me when everything

about us should suggest otherwise.

I have lived against the backdrop of

far too many fake existences;

I wouldn't feel as real

were you not here to tan me with

your rays of encouragement over

how you know me oh so well

when few others do.

Our paths have never crossed

but our words are tight as human stitches.

I don't want a wound to fester

in the possibility of your reality departing.

I wish I could convince you of

how real you are to me

even in the figurative absence of presence

when so few really know me.

I refuse to give up on insistences

of not your mere realism but your

very presence.

Maybe I am taking on an air of

selfishness in this emotional

constitution I attempt now to preserve

like a peace treaty.

But urgency has a way of

turning on itself;

don't mistake my urgency for your life

in mine as a simple habit,

not after I endangered it for so long

with inexplicable indifference.

Maybe I assumed I was a chapter

that you had to leaf through

and progress from like the pages

of a bounded book.

But, as with any book,

most of what is read dissolves,

yet there are always pockets of scenes

that claim your memory:

fictional events that feel more real

than the turning of the sun

and I fear a day when you'll be

off my radar once again.

I know you want to be a myth these days

but I urge you unabashedly

to not become a story.

Be the inspiration for a sequel

to what we've composed and remain

a real life

with flesh and blood and comfort

even if it can't be be accessed with live eyes

like a movie.

In spite of all these selfish urges

I want you to endure yourself

when you feel like fiction

is a more viable option.

Endure yourself in these times of footnotes

and emerge an epic.

Author's Note

A personal piece...from one K to another...

Reviews

[Pax]

wow, wow, wow....
truly heartfelt....no wonder its sitting on my library...i just haven't fully read it yet and now I'm glad i did....
to many imagery too quote and full of dripping emotions...
i can say its one of your best...
its deeply sad and hopeful for a sequel...like you love was every so true that you can't forget it, that it never fades in your pages of your memories and in your heart..
Truly a treasured thoughts...
its a red gem!

[kublakhan27]

Thank you Pax, it means a lot to have you like it that much...the funny thing is I basically just the let this poem write itself, as I was obviously speaking from the heart and did not want to subject it to any editing, which is a rarity for me...

It's hard to say if can write a sequel to this, as I still know this girl very well and it's hard to say whether we'll actually meet up...if there is a potential for a happier sequel though, I won't hesitate to write it out...again, thank you for the compliments on this one, cuz I wasn't sure if this would really resonate with anyone cuz of the personal nature, so I'm glad to know that it did.^^

[Pax]

what i mean by hopeful for a sequel is that your feelings for her is still there and your still hopeful that it will have a second chance...
and a sequel is good too...
yup it did...you did it great...i may say its "heartfelt"
and your very much welcome my friend...

[kublakhan27]

Ah I see, yeah there are still feelings for sure...the practicalities are what get in the way though, the geographic distance and things like that, but hey, you never know...thank you again^^

[That_Girl]

Yeah it definitely feels deeply personal. Not sure what the K is..? haha

Anyways, I love that it read more like a story, in short fragments.. it added to the mood of it I believe. Really entertaining the entire way through but this was my favorite bit,
"I wish I could put down my pen
and clap your cheeks with these
hands of mine and kill the frostbite
of your despair." Love that! :D

[kublakhan27]

Haha it's Kels (Destiny) :) Thanks I'm glad you like it :D

[That_Girl]

Awwwwwww :') so cute!

[kublakhan27]

:D

[de_maruf]

hmmm

[gombeggar]

very interesting read...feels as familiar as u lend it to your subject matter

[kublakhan27]

Thanks very much

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the personal feel of the poem. Like a conversation with another person. I like the positive feel of the poem. I like the questions and the description in your words. Thank you for sharing your thoughts.
Coyote

[kublakhan27]

Thanks very much...it is a personal piece for sure^^