Inheritence

Unwittingly, 

he circles me,

casting shadows,

burning my eyes.

His imperfect projections 

follow me,

pressing into

every inch

of every room,

jockeying 

for position,

demanding a place at the table

of my thoughts.

 

He is the beautiful disaster that drives us both

to tears.

 

Burdened by my own endless worries,

I try to convince him

he is not similarly afflicted.

Stumbling over my ghosts,

I am unsuccessful.

 

We are two sides of the same dizzying, spinning coin.

 

I am swimming against the tide of his emotional river.

I am battered by the rocks of his fears.

I am drowning in self-recrimination.

I am one breath away from going under

when:

he reads Harry Potter to the cat,

joins the girl sitting alone in the lunchroom,

helps his teacher after class…

when:

his earnest, honest, open heart blossoms

in front of me,

casting a warm glow on my face…

and then:

I know

we’ll be okay.

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