Myth

I can’t see you even though I wish with all my heart that
I could pierce the darkness to glimpse your true face
I’m not even sure you are real–
Maybe you’re a fairy tale only the lonely tell themselves
As we try to go back to a restless sleep

There are times that I think I’ve finally
Found you after all these years
A deep seated recognition when passing you on the street
Or maybe a sudden flash of familiarity when you enter the room

And when I try to meet you
I’ve mistaken you for someone else

Who are you but a shadowy figure at the edge of my mind’s eye?
Where are you but everywhere I’ve been and somewhere I’ve yet to go?

Will I ever meet you?
Will we brush past each other without so much as a glance?

If we do meet, will I be the only who sadly realizes
That what could’ve been has already left us behind
Stranded as strangers?

True love, you always seem to camp out on the footsteps leading to my heart
Lingering there like deja vu
But I’ve felt this before because I’ve always been wrong before

Maybe the best I can hope for
Is to keep trying to follow my heart
Despite all the mistakes it has made