I'm walking right now

A light in your eyes reflected in mine
That bright flash

When we passed I am quite sure
I saw it

There was some strange truth there
You knew something we could not grasp
The idea so simple to you

I was completely taken aback
That you -not I- understood this

It made me hate you

And it made me love you

It's the guilt that keeps me going

I killed you that day

Standing on a cliff I watched you fall
-helpless-, you were.

Tears gathered
(that I will admit)
But I couldn't will them to leave

They would be all I had left
The last thing you had given me

I cursed your name in the wind
Cursed you for what -you- had done

You died that day

I remember killing you

At least the part of you
I had the misfortune of knowing

Less poetry more 'jarble of thoughts put together in stanzas because they seem easier to read than sentences"

It was the faintest whisper
that brought me to you

One small line amidst countless others
Twisting and tangling together

Intertwining voices
Making such an inaudible mess
There was so much noise
I feared no single line could be discerned
From the cacophony of voices

As I sat there
Waiting silently
I heard a sound rise above the others
It wasn't the loudest
Neither was it the softest
Yet I distinctly remember hearing it

It called to me unlike any of the others
And After a short time I could make the line out
At which point I held fast
For I feared I might lose it among the others

And though holding on to it is comparable
to fighting the strongest ocean current

This whisper seems worth it