by Jor-el

i am not a loss to you,
but neither am i
at a loss because of you.
you are but a ripple,
quickly swallowed by the crashing waves
of my turbulent seas.
the same as i am, by yours.


were i a still pond,
you would reach every corner of mine;
you would distort
every reflection i hide behind;
you would pierce to my depths,
the gloom beneath momentarily dispersed.
but, i am not.