You pluck at heart strings like a guitarist strumming perfect melodies.
You’ve kept your path through life hidden from all save a few.
Each note precisely tuned to tear away boundaries.
Choosing only to reach out when doing so benefits you.
My love for you always a tune to play.
My life still has armored standards forged like steel.
My heart, shattered glass in a pile lay.
The subtlety of your words crafted to evoke the “feels”.
We both fear the loss of the other.
I lay awake lamenting choices, yours and mine.
I’ve struggled with who I am, no longer dad, physically not mother.
You and I, always at odds, cannot combine.