It never mattered when I thought of it
The words, so abstract
They held little weight
Like cheese puffs, staining my fingers
With a thought that lingers
Impossible to equate

She was the kind of girl whose pupils would dilate with every glance in a mirror
Attached to the unobtainable
Demanding to take something from the ungainable  

She wasn’t just one, maybe two
An idea, more so than a creature of non-fiction
In my mind clear with the description
Of how she looked, although vague in reality
It all makes sense in the end
Since she always seemed to think
Analogously