twin images - the philosophers

quill, brush and red ink on water colour paper cut to fit
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i said;
i''l meet you in the street
of the garden,
where i keep all of the shit,
i've neglected to get my start on.

i continue the search
through all of
my files and folders,
been searching for
some new foder to chew on
while i digest,
all the regret,
i've been investing in you.

the person i was,
is now only half a part of
the person im working on
becoming into,
watch me, vicariously, while
i do what you want to do
now without much more
further ado
i get onto stepping in
to my new skin

while the people i knew
are now memories of
and thoughts of
a (one day i swear ill get to)
orgainised files
of a possible redemption

been sitting in the tree
in the garden of the street
and thinking of me
a me without you
a me im praying feverently
that
i can continue to be

a me without you
when a we
can no longer possibly be
me without you
and you without me

im better off
avoiding relationships with
lack of
symmetry