Voice like honey,
sweetness dripping down every word
I was sure of it even though
I never heard you sing along
to those lyrics that
you wrote.
Soft hair, curling
at the ends my
hands never tangled
on the strands.
Nicest guy you’ll ever meet
even if we didn’t make it past
the third date.
Took me a while to understand
that it wasn’t you that I liked.
Just the idea of you
that occupied my mind.
- idealist.