Best Laid Plans

Awaited, preordained, it had everything it needed
To work, sustained, frameworked and constructed
Mirror-like, scattered pieces of a single entity?
It seemed perfect, two interweaving spirals, spiraling
It looked perfect, for pure forms lurked beneath it all.
Our flawed, lucky encounter, two songs, one sound.

But there was always so much to hide
Too much to bear within each side
When, really, there was nothing at all,
For nothing could ever justify this fall
Complexity muddling its true simplicity
Fear holding you back, uncertainty, lack.
Innocence never tainted, but implicitly,
Cadence of it, broken, by a former wayfaring,
Marking and destroying you, never sparing
Never resting, never leaving,
Pieces that could connect
Pieces that would react
When you knew for a fact

That, really, there was no going back.