I am There

I will meet you there, we will rendezvous,
not as much for cause as mutual escape.
Could you be concerned with tales of those I left,
to muse the birth of my display?
Don't touch me there, I cannot bear it,
such unmistakable indifference to what confines me.
Your eyes are hidden by the shutting of my own
and yet I know too well what I will find there.
Just hold me for now, we'll immerse ourselves
in the comfort of warmth and reside in such flair.
When the lights are dimmed to accomodate my faults,
the reason for existence ceases to find roots
in the moments signifying content. I cannot express the enormity
of lifelong renewal, how could you be expected to know
the depth of what irks me when I have lost
all sense of a changed proposal, muted by the very structure
I claim to dismiss. It was never good to dabble in pleasure
tainted by remorse, for what lies in wait of pleasure
should require some self-deserving entity of which I could not assist.
Remember me only as I longed to be in the clutches
of my unforgiving mind. I am only wise enough to recognise that
Change has discounted its foothold. I am there.