When we stood apart

When we stood apart
I knew it was meant to be.
The way she would sway into my arms
and per like a cat, wanting to be wanted
needing to be needed.
My arms used to envelop her entirety
and she would seek shelter in my indifference
hiding under my arms like a homeless child,
yet wanting to escape from what she held dearelsewhere.
She hated me being me,
yet she wanted me.
Was she in love with me?
Or was it the notion of the perfect me
that only her eyes could weave
in their imaginary world.
Yes, I remember…
She wanted to escape
while we made out at the back seat of my car.
She wanted to escape
to the same imaginary world I didn’t want to step in.
Her kisses were passionate, but she was dull.
Her eyes were alive, but she was dead.
And, oh how tightly I held her,
she was my darling.
Yes, it was meant to be,
and that I knew all along
when we walked our separate ways.
It’s sad because
she didn’t (know)…

21 March 2007