UniversalThreads

You’ve spent 20 years now tending the fire

So I’ll tell the story once and for all–

The prophetic chance meeting, 

The climax and fall.

How we locked eyes in a classroom,

All the coffee we shared.

The strange connection and painful complications,

And just how much we cared.

I’ll share with the world what you wrote
–the sonnet that started it all–
Proof that the story i’m telling is true
–All our innocent intentions–
And the “sin” that begat the fall.

I’ll explain then how it all fell apart,
–How the signals got crossed–
How scared we both were to feel,
How a once-in-a-lifetime thread got lost.

And that could’ve been how the story ended–

Distant memories of dear old friends

But you soldiered on for decades,

Kept the secret but fanned the flame.

You could’ve given up too, 

–I’d certainly understand–

But instead you brought our love to life

And crafted Neverland. 

So I’ll try to explain why I had to look away,

How I read so wrong what you were trying to say

–How young, how dumb–

How confused we both were.

Then I’ll tie up loose ends

And what brings us to today.

I’ll finally set the record straight,

Spell it out for you and the world

How you’ve stayed in my heart,

A spark to my soul.

And now that we’re older, 

Nothing much left to lose,

I’ll show you mine since you showed me yours

And I’ll lay my cards out, no metaphors

Then the rest of the tale is left to be told.

How will it end?

I guess we both don’t know.

We’re living different lives

And I can’t reach you now.

We’ve both spent time lost in the static,

But the connection remains somehow.

So is the ending really written in the stars

Or the scars upon our hearts?

Maybe there’ll be a happily ever after,

Maybe the dream dies.

Is there any way to clean up this mess,

Set straight all the lies?

Can we mend all our broken hearts,

Wipe up everyone’s tears?

Can we find the way to each other again,

After all the pain,

After all these years?

Maybe someday you’ll help me get the details right
If you ever find the time and space
Maybe someday it won’t seem a cardinal sin
To drink our coffee face to face.
Maybe someday I’ll fix the grammar,
Tighten the rhymes, the metaphors
But in the meantime, I had to get it out–
Here’s the truth you’re begging for.