Circles in the sand

Silence reverberates,
fills in the empty spaces 
that lie between your heart and mine


We burn our bridges,
watching up close 
as soft tendrils of fiery flame
tenderly caress
the contours of the tears
that we shed
for all the wounds from which we bled


How many times over
will we pay the price
for our brief indulgence in artifice;
our belief that we would make it 
through
unscathed and unscratched,
protected from Zeus's unrelenting wrath
The only two
safe from the jolt 
of his mighty lightning bolt


Laughing in relief
as the others were torn apart
I whispered in your ear
that you and I
would always share the same heart


and the trouble is...
I can no longer remember the contours of your face
and...
I can't remember the feel of the touch of your skin on mine
It makes me realize
I misconceived my conception of time


Does it pass in a smooth flow?
Or, without memory
to keep it struggling to stay alive
does the past sink and vanish
into a black hole?
A black abyss where it is never missed


Or, 
does it exist
with no regard to ridiculous human notions 
of passive aggressive control?


And then...
if I were to accept I can't control time
Does that mean I have to concede
that there will never be a way 
for you to be mine
That our fates were never meant to align?
That the sense of entitlement we felt
was a temporary, 
fleeting deceit of the mind?


The axis is tilted
The rotation is skewed
Like the legendary phoenix
maybe our beauty lies 
in our downfall


Maybe
we were doomed
even before we began,
like the outer edges of a circle 
traced on sand.

Note: The reference to Zeus and his lightning bolt comes from the Greek creation myth of soulmates. Ask me about it sometime (in person), it's a beautiful story.