Not knowing how
              To do something
                            Learning
           Requires guidance
           Thought understanding

Knowing what to do
When you know how it's done
              Requires little thought
               Just choice

Not knowing what to do 
When your lost
Without purpose
Requires no thought
                         Let go
                         Listen to your heart

It suits you
             And me
That's all that matters  
It suits
The mirror not to reflect less of you
It suits
Your clothes to lie that they've grown

To use fountain pen's
                             Write left handed
            Smudge words with wrists
           Before meaning can be seen

It suits us to know
                           Without telling each other

Polka dots tumbled from your dress
To Settle
Mirror                                 
Constellation Andromeda
                    Far from home

Your attire
Changed character
Became lost in surroundings
                    That didn't ask you to leave  

Then        
Gravity changed
Clouds were contained
Attraction deepened  
                    Moon was outpaced by the sun

Some things unmissed
Need never be found again

There's some things I miss
Can’t get out of my head
Can’t stop thinking
Over and over
              It's torture
                           Cause I miss them so much

       That's why I tell myself
Your only missed a little
                       Then I can think of you often

Nobody or nothing
Can convince me
That nothing
                   In it's self
                   Contains nothing
We’re just too small
              Too limited
              To see all that surrounds
                                        From within our body

Being this way
They say
Is a natural occurrence
                               Certain
                               Predictable

     As when the path of
Worldly planets collide
              A shadow cast
              Upon the other

The dark eclipse
                                Inevitable

How does one soften
Such emotion
When its surface
                          Is taught
Like the spine of an open book
Placed face down
                                For ease of remembrance