Just maybe

"I remember now why I grew thickets all those years, and filled mazes with any manner of dust and wind I could find. Without these things I hear you clearly, along with all the rest. And before it seemed you would scream and they would whisper and somehow I would take their side, but more and more these days you can speak a single word that will cut me like a knife, from a continent away, while they all scream like banshees in hopes of deterring this finale, and still all I'd see or hear is you. I think I remember from perhaps even before we first met, although that time is fuzzy in this darkened mirror, a clear and present destination. A confidence in finality that was unshakeable. While it always fundamentally has been unshakeable, much more tangibly it has crumbled to dust, covering every line I've ever meant. It is this bowstring like tension that I feel sharply now. It is the realization that while I can hear you saying some things I had never imagined I would hear from you, they do not dissuade my advance. And as days of disbelief match well with the age old speeches of dissenters, even those seem to carry a tin like echo they can now hardly conceal. Instead I consider the possibility that maybe you do mean these things, maybe you have meant them for years. Maybe my fear is that your desire for me would make me uncomfortable, if fully known, rather than the other way around. Maybe these are your fingers on my skin and your soul stalking my dreams every night. Maybe I have finally felt bold enough to reciprocate, whilst willful enough to choose to, and wise enough to understand what that means of my nature and yours. Maybe it is your nature that has been waiting for mine, for an amount of time I still may not be able to fathom, but could likely show you the inverse of such sweet slopes with a moment fast in dreams. Maybe lingering effigies turn'sour fly until crows' kaw!"