An Ethical Divergence: A poem

In the crowd of Orchard Road and every page of your Dostoevsky confession, have you found me there?

Between our wish to be close and our restraint to stand aside, have we found each other there?

Between your lonely morning, do you still wait for my message appearing on your screen? Do you feel the warmth even from hundred miles away? Do you even ever get enough of it? You said you never.

Between your liberal & secular thoughts and my conservative & innocence tendency, do we hope that somehow fate could bring us together?

Between your essays that scream pain & longing, do you see yourself as Razkolnikov and expect me to be Sonya? Or am I wrong? Do you hope me to save you?

Between your fragile ego and self-pride, do you find relief on holding on to them instead of me?

Between this barrier and prohibited lanes, do we stand a chance to even meet half-way?

Between your vision to consume & possess and my moral compass to set free & let go, do we even stand a chance?

And my love, if you happen to read this, I hope the fate will bend, destiny will find some loophole, a path that would lead you to me.

And if later, my love, you find that fate can't be bent, and I'm no longer nowhere to be found, I hope you find a way back to your own light.