ComplexiDy?

Complex creature.
in creative states.
opening gates that were once erased.
easily placing things aside
deciding whether to take the ride.
Complexity is what I view.
Traveled mountains, disheveled shoes.
on hands and knees, through hide and seek
I leap alone . . . yes, quietly. 

Creating complexities in me
I soon, sad, see
this view of me
I try. We try. Things haven't worked.
What happens now?
We turn to dirt?
The build in bond
caused casualties, 
complex creatures
we both must be?

I seem to see the complexities
but does he know,
'complexed as me?'
the fear is:
quivers, speech so cold
left with what?
a memory mold.

Come back! with commas that stop the game
the playful dates
as dance is rain
that falls so frequent now in dust
cause smoke in eyes
the scene shot - [fuss]
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to be continued . . .