What a wonderful opening line that carries not only the pain of remembrance and of lost love, but also the unity that once was, the beauty of ONE, "I screamed your name until it became my own" - a very telling opener that does, however, trail into the gray belly of insecurity and confusion. The second stanza too is very telling, "loving you gave me a certain power" - I see an opposing duality contained within this expression "Power vs. Love" - these cannot be one and the same (on our level as we understand these to mean) though it is so human to believe/feel that one can be (or is) a result of the other, "at last I was good at something" - ahh yes, good at 'loving' and yet here the subject rightly reflects that any feeling of power in this context is self serving, "YOU...my favorite hobby" - but can another human being be another's hobby when it is LOVE? Or is this the ebb and flow of ever changing emotions, determining the course of reaction? Still, the love is alluded to in "I...liked how our loops connected and intertwined" - In love there is a connection isn't there? Yes, a binding one that 'loops and intertwines' bringing us back to that first opening expression of love's ability to cut and unify all at the same time. It is here where the unity is seen with such clarity that, on this level of awareness, the meaning of 'power' changes. 'I feel powerful because you love the way I love you' now should become 'i accept that I am powerless in loving you' and that acceptance, that surrender is the true beauty of love as I see it, when one is helpless beyond those tides which come and go, beyond that blinding fog, beyond those tall tall walls of fear, anger, jealousy etc we so unhesitatingly seem to build around one another...LOVE, a reciprocal BELONGING to one another, is not a tie that can so easily "wash away" - that's what I saw. I like this poem very much, you did a wonderful job in expressing those emotions which are so difficult to express. :-)

i too agree with wes ... this is beyond a perfect example of those thoughts on infatuation and anticipation ... the side that no one gets to see or hear ... the side that makes your heart race like a child green to the knowledge of wonder

"watching the condensation overtake your vowels blur your consonants watching you slowly wash away. "--I love this. I can relate too well.

very nice image at the end. the mine, intertwined rhyme worked really well, but let's face it, this poem didn't work bc you put things together, it's because you let out. well written.

blah blah typo. word forgotten..it..it worked because you let it out.. i try to say something eloquent and i f. it up.

Bradd, sheer excellence is what comes to me when I read this poem. It's a powerful read with such familiarity within.

the last four lines of this- pure wonder