It took me twenty-three years
to learn who she was,
and I'm still not so sure that I do.
I thought it was as simple as
knowing myself and then just
dividing by two.
I thought I could go
and come as I pleased
and not miss a thing in-between.
But for that, I invoke
my only excuse,
that I was merely sixteen.
The days came and went
as she lay in her bed and
wondered what it was she did wrong.
And I didn't know that I'd
miss her so much
and come crawling home before long.