I long to know the reason we’re all here.
I recollect that as my lasting goal.
As far as I remember, it was clear –
the question bloomed and never left my soul.
I set myself to plumb the depth of me,
eschewing all delusion and pretend.
In earnest I allowed no fantasy,
pursuing meaning as my means to end.

I mated twice, and each time tried to parse
the truth of him, inviting a return.
No matter how I tried the yield was sparse,
for shame and habit barred the path to learn.
I kept my aim. My mirror sight was keen,
but neither you nor I are fully seen.