I Saw You
I saw you.
It wasn’t like the first time I saw you
or maybe, it was?
Nothing much happened (the earth didn’t move).
You appeared no more or less,
than the lump of clay you are;
before you turned on the charm;
or I did?
Before you became the irresistible object,
and I the immoveable force,
before the dance began.
I saw you.
It wasn’t like the last time I saw you
Or maybe, it was?
Nothing much happened,
The mountainous bulk of you had been climbed,
and one too many times.
The charm was spent
you were now the immoveable force
and I no longer the irresistible object.
The hats had changed.
The clowns’ faces were rearranged.
Being no longer immoveable,
having made way,
given to you my all;
no longer was I the Holy Grail,
worthy of your desire;
Nor were you, my Everest,
worthy of drinking from my cup.
I saw you.
It was the last time I saw you
Or maybe, it wasn’t?
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2009
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