Even after all of these years
I cling to the idols of you
A saint adorned with my tears
This unholy worship of you
Is, at the least, altogether unfair
The position it puts you in
When we've both found a new host to pair
Yet I cannot dispel it or shake it
Cannot break it up or even put it in a bind
The eyes that seized up my whole being with a stare
A sense of what's inside you- that Other Kindred Kind
Even as years prove we're rife with humanity
And all of the countless limitations of that race
I cannot cease from romanticizing your presence
The oddly-deep gouge you've carved in time and space