before you ascend completely

you are why I am
weird. because you are
but a friend’s
friend.

you are to me
nearly a tear
unwept,
a mystery set, fairly
deep inside the web
of mind and
missing colours. you are
my fear because you are
partially absent, not far
away.

i think you are earth now
to a plant who is me,
burning anyway from this
excessive light
from the meeting that is
never going to
take place.

but maybe you are
simply
a dark cloud on the face
of my friends, limiting
my hunger
and preventing
Ascension.

whoever you are,
and wherever
you are, you are
here for me. dear stranger,
hear me, somehow; I would have
said thank you
either way.