One in Two

Perhaps we'd be like thunder and lightning- their fates
forever intertwined but destined never to make it together.

One streaks across the sky,
lighting the dark overcast skies
while the other rumbles through with no form,
only forewarning of the bewildering tempest.

Striking fast with blinding velocity,
he waits for his union, cantering behind
always coming in late sometimes never arriving,
with perfect patience with a grief-stricken smile.

Yet no thunder would exist without lightning
nor will she be able to ever rid him
from her totality; perhaps someday she'll finally see
that in all truth of truths she did belong to he.

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Break from writing Facets of Impermanence...Just felt like writing the poem after coming up with the first few lines... Trying to work an inverse,free-verse sonnet...don't think there's such a thing...2nd stanza is a bit vague but it's talking about different forms which may range from beliefs to appearances(i.e a romantic versus practicality)..you'd probably be able to figure out the rest=)