Terminus A Quo, Terminus Ad Quem
I was told it would be great
I was told it would benefit me
I believed
For years I did
My life is the way it is today
My individuality has become unique
I excelled
I proved to be worthy
I wasn’t a mistake
It was an honor
It was a privilege
I was special
My word was truth
My intellect consulted upon
I was rendered genius
I met one and all seemed well
It was not, for she was of
And in
Therefore she didn’t care
I thought this can’t be
But it was to be
I fought with my heart
I told it the truth
It didn’t listen
Finally I took reason into consideration
My heart slowly complied
My caliber was slowly fading
I was no longer who I was
I didn’t seem to care
What others thought didn’t seem to matter
Thus I met her
Terminus a quo
Her sweetness filled the room
Her generosity was evident
Emotions sprung
They branched out and grew
But like a radish
They were hidden,
Buried in the ground,
Waiting to be dug up
Waiting for me
And for me only
The roots were pushing me towards the sky
But I refused
I would not give in
Then I realized my selfish ways
Repented and slowing began to rise
I opened up and released my fear
All was well
Wake up you fool
It no longer exists
It was a dream
Instants heretofore it began
And instants forward it flashed
Then it vanished
And nothing was known
Silence could have been distinguished
Silence was remembered
Elucidations came
Trice spaces a half a space and space
She was true
She was true
It is past and finished
Terminus ad quem
Escaping a year has made all the difference
Staying a year would have changed it all
Better, we cannot know
Worse, it cannot be determined
Different, apparent
Fortuitousness with her, perhaps.