He was not who I thought he was

The swarthy, tall dark boy

He held my hand, I let him take it

He led where I had never been

And never thought to go

He’ll haunt my dreams for’er’more

And flaunt my future love

For still it is his hand I reach

And want to feel upon my palm

His soft words, hands across my back

Dancing to a beau’ful song

Melody lost into the rhythm

All I can see is all he is

Or wants me to perceive him as

At the next dance his hands around

The waist of yet another

‘Twas then I finally realized

This boy was naught as I perceived

Yet still for him my mind will call

And will not dewrap around

He held my hand, I let him take it

He led where I had never been

And perhaps that’s why so many times

I walk to the edge and back

Looking to see if hes out there

Will he e’er come back?

It cannot be for he never was

Just a reflection of those

Who were in his arms

Whoe’er they wished him to be

And so he strikes, and strikes again

Leaves us writhing alone until

A transient’s return