First Sight in Hindsight.

You always were
a bit of a
boastful bastard,
weren’t you?
In that silent way
your aura
bragged
as you stood
solitarily askew
from the merrily dancing crowd;
the magnetism of your
singularity
struck and
reeled me in.
I told you of
the greatness that is
you,
and so you swept me
into the swinging sea of
jig,
where together we created
an aloneness-
a passionate,
possessive,
aloneness.
I wished to
consume you whole-
eat your flesh,
and drink your blood;
inject your marrow
into my soul.
Despite all this,
I should have known-
the vastness of
your vanity
was never a match
for me;
thus,
I die
by your thoughtless hands-
expense of my heart,
a cost too great
for any man.