To Bruno

How dare you love me so well
when no one else does?
And you’re not even my lover
Opening avenues of possibility
To best you yet
But no one ever came close to you
in all those years
The intensity was yours alone
Yet you never were my lover…
Your existence molded my hopes and expectations
My lover would be like you, only slightly better
In ways I had yet to identify…

Then magic dwindled
And I turned against your false hopes
No spell caster ever landed at my door
It was you against the world
The fool on the hill
And I didn’t know who to choose
Even after loneliness was a thing acquired and done
I had been burned and carved by beauty
Never a guest on your hill
Left to wander
And never see humans as I should.