Between us pass looks
Written only in books
Prized in poetry for their tragic demise
And written in such a sweet way that I
Have hardly the will to say goodbye.
Though of this story I have not lived
In its pages, I have skimmed
Through the letters and pockets of time
Where all love lived and then ran dry -
I will leave after you measure
The chance we have of being together
Because as you must know, I am perplexed
By your fervent curiosity from the time we first met.
Mind you now, I’ll leave despite
The effort you put forth tonight
For I am merely the briefest glance,
A shadow, a ghost, a reeling dance,
For as you interact with and are left by me,
I disappear into a million cells of the sea
And a million blue eyes, and a million blond heads -
All waiting to impart the same things I just said.
But you will forever be to me
A memory recalled with genuine ease
For you and your interest are easily
Worth more than a million cells in the sea.