Yet, Damn.

a battle of the young
versus the old
the driving force
versus the settler
is it good or bad?
holy or evil?
is it wholesome versus derelict?
those words are too long and don't say enough.

how can i describe the parallel adoration and
agony of interacting with a
soul, sidelined as it solders to mine,
alloy of learning and passion,
the combination stronger than
either alone, before?

and after, how the evaporation leaves my eyes just enough
cracked
to watch you leave

peacefully, without regret,
i assure you i will not resent you for it,
yet, damn.