From I love you to I do, then another year or two,
We get lost in the learning of each other:
Individuals attracted to the fascination
Of a mirrored soul free of fault.
So compelling is this quest, we cast aside all we knew;
Bad habits subdued, friends pushed away,
Pressed into address books
(Called upon on special occasions
Or times of need).
Time shifts. Sand sifts, forming castles (with moats) of isolation.
Skin ages and fascination fades.
Duty replaces discovery.
Mirrors capture imperfections,
Reflections of opportunities lost, dreams squandered.
Bad habits magnify, multiplied by misplaced pride.
We each become extensions of our failed selves;
Property shared, permission required,
Identities lost in the murky moat.
Bright green pastures beckon beyond white picket fences.
Gates are passed through. Grass yellows under foot.
Self-awareness tramples expectations.
Mirrors reveal dreaded truths.
Creating a new identity becomes a mockery.
Teenage anxieties resurface.
We scurry to address books,
Calling on lost relations
To help recapture a past undyingly dead.
We ride this merry-go-round of mayhem to the point of vertigo,
Stumbling to the place we first met.
Absence wakes sleeping hearts, stirring fascination
Of mirrored reservations of solitude.
Memories slowly weed out the unwanted,
A valiant subconscious attempt at self-preservation.
We view each other from distant perspectives.
Tolerance becomes a welcome replacement
For self-loathing and loneliness.
To make the long trek from first kiss to last breath
We compromise ego for order.
We step down from pedestals, climb hills of humility.
Mirrors are best left for grooming.
Recognition of individuality is essential,
Sacrifice a subliminal reflex.
Constant conscious effort is required to
Acquainting ourselves with the process
Of habitually re-falling in love.
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Submission Name: 7 Year Itch
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