There’s a distance, I can feel it almost fall through it, it’s so wide. You with your world, and me with mine.
Never the twain shall meet.
I sit and talk, but its taxing, pushing my brain to find something to say that will make you feel like it’s me again. I know you’re looking for traces of our walks to the fence, of the draining discussions, of the reels of notes we wrote in class. I see you scanning what I say, looking for a meaning that’s more than on the surface. I know it’s not possible, but thats all I am now.
You have snow, and I have sun in winter and rain in summer. You have classes I can only dream about attending, and I have home that you miss.
We never saw this coming. We knew changes would come, but never saw the gap between your meanings and my understanding of them. We never saw the question in our minds that we are too afraid to voice:
Who are you, and why don’t you understand me anymore?
You mean “East is East and West is West- and the twain shall never meet?”
That is not true Anjali – they do meet. But we are individuals – and within the important turns we take – there are sometimes small cycles which seem strange- and utterly alien for each other. But they are like swirls in a strong river -they do not determine the ultimate flow. They do not change values which we have long ago recognized and accepted.
Love does not know East or West. It just is!