Tender

It's true

I dreamed that you

carried a torch for me.

The times that I

talked you up

showed you off

made you up

were my attempt

to share the flame,

wanting it passed to me.

 

I was a child who

believed in the fairy tales

my mother told me

when she put me

to bed at night.

When I was rescued

from my high burning tower

by my prince charming,

he was exactly like you.

 

You were looking for

something out of the ordinary

to rest your dreams in

and fill with the love

that you wanted to share

with the one person

you knew was meant just for you

and I never got a call back

to fill that role for you.

 

But then you dreamed 

that I still carried a torch for you

and the times when you

thought of me after

forgetting about me

and smiled to yourself

were your attempt

to share the flame

wanting it passed to you.

 

Flames passed or not

our fate showed its face

leading us down seperate roads

that took us away  

from where we used to be.

Neither of us admiting to clinging

to what had never been

the greatest love story

man has ever known.