Your Voice Recast

Unaware of the timeliness, I thought back to a day now five years ago.

I’d spend years exclusively in pursuit of some form of you, in that youthful time, but how blessed that it should have been exactly you, so well equipped for a leap of faith that would admit me to this private revolution.

With you, were fleshed out most pleasant dreams, which sprang up and engrossed the landscape of my mind. And in those compressed whispers, I find how much more you knew of me than I. If great expanses have ceded us lightly to time’s treachery, there are days I’m found as close as my most daring travels ever brought me.

Thus, by my choice that you should be my talisman, yet here a thousand days have passed that your word is novel every time it is recast. Your introspective artistry, you far outpaced me to the mastery of self that only now I’d come to tread and quickly recognize your step, that none of it had been at ease.

I recall your dwelling, and the scars, the rotten flesh I’ve since revisited and there I learned how you’d become yourself, so that I’m bound to this most fascinating thought of who you’ll have become today.