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Long ago I looked within me- Supposedly gifted, With much aplomb but without remuneration- Like the Bedouin woman reading our coffee cups In the formal living room of an arabesque princess. Looking to the future Expecting direction I found you. But I was young and stupid you were older and stupider So we led each other on a merry dance Each too proud to admit the other All dances end when the music dies. And so ours did, With acrimony and recriminations. Some months later In the spirit of the first of September You said sorry I said why now You said why not We shook hands To the world we were friends To each other we were sparring partners Somewhere I remember making the decision to be just friends Because Anything more would risk friendship So we stayed friends Through the arduous months and the halcyon days that together welded into years that went by too quick You were the friend who made me laugh through a haze of tears when the he-of-the-day flouted my dreamy delight You were the friend that was subjected to my attempt at playing Emma You were the sound of reason in my flights of giddy anticipation But yesterday I looked into myself Like the Bedouin woman who read our coffee cups all those years ago The future is a series of tomorrows that doesn't offer episode recaps to prepare me My direction is not so clear, I just move with the spirit of the time But like that Bedouin woman who read our coffee cups I looked within me And I found you. It's always been you. I must still be young and stupid.
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It cuts to know You were here When I wasn't. I kept a vigil over these doors Blessed them hallowed By your imminent entrance Any minute now I said But The clock ticked a wind chime's dance Turned the minute to days and After days of waiting and wanting I walk away Defeated Yet They say you came Just as I left Unperturbed about the time Ready to put your hand in another's And it cuts to know That where you cut me It still bleeds.
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Meter, Rhyme and Metonymically me 
