I love you, Wittgenstein

As I say a word,
it reminds me of you -
my world is not yours
and yours can't be mine.

As I surmount this ladder
of trying to say things -
you threw it away as if
you want to see me falling.

As I fall, I start whistling
the things I can't say -
like this crazy you who
said things he can't say.

As I start seeing semblances
a likely bias stops me -
for my intuition and illogic,
but you seem to hold me.

As I am about to touch down
you connect me to forms of life -
of thoughts, habits, and cultures,
of being able to love and loved by.

As I think of love, I think of you
and the moment expands to eternity -
my heart glazes intensely on imagining
your passion, profundity, and intensity.