Rudimentary




At the end, it will all make sense
For you and me on each side of the fence.
The long nights when I wondered how bravely you could pick cherries on your way,
To days when I faltered to think what made me pause while I was making hay.
When running around in oblivion seemed so right
You rode unscathed unharmed unhurt intact and high
It was all in the seemingly dark space of abominable silence.
You made it appear it was simple, easy to race
And I attempted without the art of cheer on my face.
I flawed, I failed, I healed, I sailed
You mastered and conquered while good sense prevailed.
The pots of gold were never mine
The hues of joys did just fine
Me and you walked it together
And our eyes met pleasures that were different altogether
Some day we shall meet again
Our kids would grow and we wouldn't have to feign
Then you would've reached the zenith of success
And I would've survived the journey while I confess
Those little things I did with my kids healed the abscess. 
It doesn't feel distressed anymore
For you made a mark and I made a score.
A million hugs and moist kisses
Plus things I loved made me the richest.
It all fell in place for you and me
Like I said, at the end, it will all make sense
For you, me and all of us since we let ourselves be!






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