It's 18th September 15,

And I'm still here.
Like I told myself I would. like I promised you I will be.

What has started, what will end, and what will we want,
a now confusingly big mess, a rash decision made too immaturely,
an invasion of previously unwelcome feelings, a torrent of gratuitous memories,
once thought to be easily discarded, now too painful to let go of,
some truth revealed, some lies hidden, never to see light again.
Can't really say it's uncalled for, because I knew I will be here,
yet I could never have predicted it seeping in and then taking hold so hardily,
that it would turn real, and increasingly co-dependent,
two islands somehow merging from a hundred tectonic shifts.