I settle once again,
For the boy I made up in my mind:
Blonde hair and blue eyes,
California sand and Cornwall sea.
An artist, a photographer, an explorer,
You will take me to places I haven’t been before.
A joke paired with an absentminded touch of my thigh,
Under the silver light of twilight and violet light of dusk
On the hill overlooking this city,
Aren’t you everything I want you to be?
But when you grab my hand and I lose my train of thought,
Or when our bodies meet in the darkened hallway,
When we laugh until I forget the joke -
Why don’t I want you?
We wanted each other to be what we are not and
You aren’t who I made you up to be and,
As you walk down my road, I’m not sad to see you go.