there are
sometimes
when I look at you and see
someone elevated
past the primal point of being
perfection personified and
then
personifying.

you're not
done yet
this much I can see
that those
sometimes
are not times
to grasp onto in a dream
to cling to and
drink to til you
wither into ink.

oh, wait
wait, wait
I gave up on
journaling

and some
sometimes
when I see you
seeing who I'd want to be
if the cards
aligned
the stars
had shined
and chanced so
chance could let us see.

but mostly then
just mostly
I find that you're a need
a simpering sort of thing
is this
this want, a constant clawing
sense
that if only
could not speak
that maybe then
those sometimes
would dispel a fantasy.

and then of course comes I
with my ever-wanting mind
searching for a
better best but
finally redeemed.