Clarity After Ambiguity Poem by Kim Aouad

Or maybe it was just the idea of him. The idea of love. Maybe, just maybe, it was a consuming fire burning so bright. With a cloud of smoke covering reality. I could not see but a distorted truth... Do you understand? It was him. But it actually was not. It was love. But it actually was not. What I mean is, he was there. But just as a creature. His presence was there. If not in reality in my mind. Constantly there. But he really was not. And maybe this love I think I felt was actually there. But maybe was not real. No. This love was real. Because it was there. But, no. This love was not. Because it is no more. And what's real does not just disappear. That fire has been extinguished. After ages of destruction. It from this point on is a story forever engraved in my memory. All what is left is ashes of what this fire once fed upon. My eyes are opened. I can finally see again. Yes. I can see clearly again. For smoke and light are of no more. Yes. I can now see. Clearly. And, dear whatever you are to me, which is a lot of things, I would have loved to be one of those who stay. But I cannot. No. I cannot. The fire is gone. Yes. I can see clearly now. No. You are not right for me. Yes. My soul will long for yours for as long as it desires. Yes. The after-burns hurt. But, no. No. I regret nothing. For this is what is best for me.