Nov 16, 2009 17:32
I met her, again, for the first time.
She was strangely familiar, like someone I have never seen before.
I knew right away that she was the one, just like all the others.
I always knew she would never come, and here she was!
Just like I imagined she wouldn't be, and so much more.
Everything I had ever dreamed of, and the reason I couldn't sleep at night.
Her eyes were chillingly warm, when closed she looked right thru me.
Her angry smile was inviting and kept me at a distance.
She screamed softly, I understood everything she didn't say.
We were never close, but it just wasn't enough to keep us together.
But we realized that, if what we did have wasn't real.
What we didn't have, could always be taken away.
As she turned to walk away, I never felt closer to her.
The time we didn't spend together, I would always forget.
And even though we were never together, we would always be apart.
And someday, when we never meet again, I won't think of her.
And all the times we didn't have, just like they never happened
There was never anyone like her, and there always will be...