You always see me as something I'm not

Quiet as the grave upon which we swore ourselves

Timid like a chittering squirrel, indecisive

Like a housecat lurking about a ball of yarn

Not coiled and ready and strong

Not solemn and steady but wronged

Irredeemable

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And I see you as an ideal

Not an angel or a princess or--

No, simply something to live up to

Something to wish for and never attain

A grail, a snowcapped mountaintop

The tallest tree in the darkest forest

Unassailable

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Yet ... tender is the night

For all our crimes it forgives us

Time after time after heartbreak

How it beckons even now, but I am firm--

And then you bite your lip

And I am lost to your embrace

Irreplaceable

good night, hubski