Still you

You were the reason 
and the way out. 
With your searching soul, 
your ironic and mischievous
spirit. 
We were both charming rebels.
Curiosity was our drug.
Freedom hurt us. 

You made me bleed.
I kept you in chains. 
The eternity that has passed 
flashes.
The sand in the sandbox of life 
runs through time. 

The red thread, 
connected to the golden one, 
at the beginning and 
at the end.
Parallels in between. 

You will always be the first. 
And I am forever the last. 
We are still the reason 
and the way out for each other.
Just as a butterfly 
transforms itself.

In harmony.
In silence. 
In peace of mind and soul.