What a pity, you’ll never know
How many times I’ve fallen
In love with you
The first time so unexpected
Violent, like a blow to the head
A technicolor event of dancing spots.
The disbelief, the denial
Followed by stunning clarity.
Yes, i was in fact in love.
The next time i fell, so full of awe
Oh your short-lived stay up on a pedestal!
But the third time was really my favorite
It was surreal but lucid.
Like walking in a well known dream
And falling off a cliff.
Full of consciousness and no illusions
We were older, more forgiving.
I think this time, it was for good.
Then there were all those other times in between
Like when i looked across the room
And you were looking at me, unflinching
Or every time your hand curled around mine
But most of all the countless number of times
You knew me better than I did myself.