Nudged the bridge up a bit to meet you,

speckled smudges capturing light in the view.

 

I made the first move, that part is true.

But you caught me in another lens, didn’t you?

 

It seemed urgent to know you, in a rush, become us,

that I ignored every instinct rising in my gut.

 

Longing looks that could linger, fool me feeling for days,

whispered love echoing on after time spent away.

 

Unfocused the scenes with you that didn’t want me,

blurred the lines that defined our true aligning.

 

Why force a fit for the one-sidedly special,

when another frame might yet match this fickle temple?

 

Often we see others as we are, as we want them,

but the glass of the past mustn’t filter future judgement.