A boy told me once
That he loved me.
That he wanted me.
To understand me.
I told him,
"No"
He looked confused.
As if I'd dedicated myself
To a life of isolation.
Not too far from truth, is it?
"You can't."
He looked at me.
"Why?"
Yes.
Why indeed.

The last thing I said to him
Before I left,
"Because it is impossible."