Still Lost

They came to see wonder

And as the young girl came to the lightstorm,

A spark was arisen.

 

For every life

Had to life as life was to love.

And they were happy.

 

Where,

It mustn't be me to enlighten you.

Who,

I must not say.

 

But they did.

Seeing and coming and watching.

To each their own in this world. 

 

But,

As the spark arose,

They saw another mingle with it.

The spark of a young boy.

 

A dual meaning,

To a life in which to behold.

 

Never to near,

To far

But right here.

 

Two,

An ambivalent pair,

Unbreakable force.

 

The imperfect decision,

Ultimate Morton's Fork.

The choice between

Two bad decisions.

 

Through here and never there,

A means in which oblivion.

 

And,

As the child grew,

They saw both sparks grow with it.

 

But,

As time went on,

They saw the first spark fade,

As the child found themself.

 

Whatever happened to the other spark?

Quite the mystery it seemed.

But as they pondered,

The child spoke up.

 

Don't you see?

I found me.

The other is still lost.