Though she has your number,
She does not call.
Though she knows where to find you,
She does not come.
Though she knows that you try,
She does not care.

She is indifferent.
She is blind.
She is half-hearted.

She leaves you hanging,
Leaves you wanting,
Leaves you unsatisfied,
And you want her.


Chasing after someone who won't
Spare you the time of day,
Craftily eluding someone
Who would give you the world.  

She is The Other Girl.  

The Girl good enough to ****,
But not good enough to date.
Not who you would hold at night,
Or hold in thought for more than seconds,
But who you might wander to
When all else has failed.
A solid backup,
But never first choice.

She is temporary.
She is background.
She is white noise.

A quick fix,
A rushing high,
A biting jolt
Just strong enough
To carry you over
Until your eye captures
Something beyond Her.  

Your moments together are brief,
Fleeting.
Disposable to you,
Consequential to Her.

You return again and again
Because She cares,
And She is fool enough
To let you.
If only you could find Her,
In anyone but Her.
If only She did not wait
For what will never come.

If only the world turned
The other way.
If only the sun rose in the west,
And set in the east.
If only the tides
Pulled the moon,
And common sense
Were a louder guide
Than the human heart.

If only reality,
Were not reality.

But that's not how the story goes.

Is it?