I though about him again today
Or should I say
I never stopped
But this time it wasn't about
His voice
or his mannerisms
Or the way his hands would lead me around
By the small of may back

Today I thought about how I let him get to me
How I wanted to hold on so tight to something that wasn't mine
I considered the facts
analyzed my options and the supporting evidence
Turns out I romanticized you to the point of giving you life
I gave you meaning and depth and soul
I gave you what I wanted you to already have
But you, unfortunately my dear
Have none of that
In bearing all of those things I value so close to my soul,
You have no interest
So I am gathering these up and taking them with me
Never again to dump my treasures so haplessly at some poor shmuck's feet...
To keep them near may mean that some of us are going to live and die alone.
It was unfair of me to expect you to be anything more than a coincidence of mother nature and father time