By Example

I prefer not to have to take people anywhere,

Unless of course they are that ex-girlfriend with whom I am still crushing.

I’d like to take her some place quiet.

I left her as she was.

She had to change if it was ever going to work.

She pretty much said “Goodbye.”

And I knew I couldn’t change her,

Nor did I want to.

She was perfect in my eyes.

She was made of the entirety of perfection.

Her eyes, her nose, her teeth, her chin, her cheeks, her ears, her hair, her neck, her shoulders, her arms, her hands, her elbows, her chest, and all that implies. Her waist, her back, her butt, her front, her legs, her feet… How she spoke, what she said, how she looked at things, she was enchanting. She was my dream and I was not even fireworks on an arbitrary evening.

She remains a fixture in my imagination.

I am simply lost to her example,

And I will never recover.