I came to you
or did you come to *me*?
Memory may not be a strong suit
but foresight
and hindsight
and ability to see it all
is the most piercing of gazes.

It matters not if I am near or far,
you can pick me out like a white pebble
in a sea of black
like a shooting star.
Yet you refuse to **see** me.
Reasons do not matter,
*nothing* matters.
No, it all matters,
                                but...

But
that is to say she had to be beautiful,
she had to *be* full
of what *I* might have wanted...
or did I want it.
What did I want?
                                what do i have...