in a language she couldn't understand, part 2

this post is inspired by me, because how i feel can be felt through this poem though the circumstances may differ..

a poem she couldn’t understand

we, both, written in different languages,
different words, different letters,
are trying
to understand and fill in the gaps -
perhaps curiosity drew us near,
but it could not keep us here
for long
gone are the curious moments -
i have since found that yours is undecipherable,
and i have since learned you too are unable
to know mine.
and when my hands return from comforting my face,
after they reach towards the heavens and shake,
and alas, when they return to come home to me,
to serve me, then we will see -
this is a final good-bye -
because it is a good time
to do so,
i'll pick up my things,
you'll take yours with you,
but before you go away with only with what you came,
please take this gift, a piece of my world with you.

he opened his hand, scrawled upon it was his heart,
and he gave her his favorite words that she couldn't understand.

________

and so, part 2.

when two worlds begin spinning in opposite ways,

the telescope must choose,

painful though it be,

and the world must love the sun, 

or that mysterious, romantic darkness,

cannot choose both,

and so first day and then night be,

many thoughts hlep me to this final resting place,

this final, resting, 

where i stand utterly exhausted,

and find that i cannot find you here.