ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]

My Perfect Stranger 8

As I raced to you,

My heart paced to beats of insanity.

Will I talk to you?

Will I get a precious smile?

Or just live through a memory of annoyance on your face.

Only this went through my grey matter!!

And there,

Walking with all the perfection,

You dropped your pen.

I rushed to pick it up,

A keepsake from you,

I would cherish long,

Till my memory of you,

Faded with the flames of life in me.

But wait!

Wasn't it a way to talk to you?

Parts of me in turmoil.

The part which wanted to know you

And the one which had accepted you

As a dream rather than my reality.

All in me trying to construe through,

Cause my darling you were indeed too good to be true.

And yet my desires fumed by the want,

No, Not wants,

Just my need to know you,

Held my hand above

And

Tapped your back.