You came upon me one long night,
Or was it me drawn to your plight?
It doesn’t matter very much
Except those nights I miss your touch.
It’s those that have me wondering,
Why did your words make my heart sing?
What were you in my time of need?
A dashing knight upon your steed?
Perhaps I’m a moth drawn to your flame.
Or maybe the playful twist in your name.
My monk, philosopher, poet, friend
My priest, and Master for pretend.
You toyed with me, just like a cat.
Until you had no time for that.
Maybe it wasn’t really meant to be.
But knowing you has done something to me.
Perhaps I’m stuck in my dreams,
And real life isn’t what it seems.
I don’t know if you’ll even care
And part of me feels it’s unfair.
You gave me so much of yourself
Then put my affections on a shelf.
Never to be spoken of again.
A graceful fade away, but then…
I had to write this playful rhyme
And remind you that you will be mine.
Okay, maybe I won’t kidnap you,
But I can do a thing or two.
Like tagging you in a Facebook post
About my disappearing ghost.
And maybe if you’re on the rebound
Some interaction might be found;
Or maybe this will make you smile.
And let you know I’d walk a mile
(We both know that I can’t walk,
And we know how much I like to talk)
So it shouldn’t come as a surprise
That I write, and rhyme, and idolize.
I really could get over you
Though you might not think those words are true.
I just don’t want to turn the page.
Without goodbye from my precious Sage.