Window lights glow with the
Gentle corona of a million
Everyday lives being lived
By people I will never know.

Where once she was the star
Around which my life
Revolved, now she is just one
Of that earthbound galaxy
Of anonymity.

I looked out of the window
And saw a pretty night,
And I thought of her as I do
Less and less frequently.

She was an embodiment of
My youthful irrationality:
A signpost showing me how much
Further I had to go.

She was also a person:
A living, breathing, thinking, feeling
Human whose reality was
Kept from my consciousness by
The fortress of cryptic words
In which she took refuge.

As much as I wish I could have
Demolished the walls and found
A way into her heart, I know
That those walls were part of
Her. To destroy them would
Have been to destroy the one
I loved. She was not mine
To rescue after all.

03/29/2009

Posted on 05/04/2009
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