I hold this strange memory of, her,
She wore white while I wore black,
A very striking difference at the time,
She held a grace I did not posses,
While I wielded a bluntness few others could equal,
For a time we made great friends,
Enjoying the presence of the other,
Perhaps because we had what the other lacked,
Our energies completely opposite,
Attracting then to one another,
Evolving from friendship to something else,
Forever dancing around each other,
Paralyzed by choice I began to distance myself,
And perhaps that is my greatest regret,
Never...