His life of obscure poetry
So unique
It was hard to understand
What plagued him.
Only with great effort
Could I begin to glimpse
What he meant
But most remained hidden
In his own private world
Undisturbed by me.
Her feelings were hid
beneath her facial mask,
though for my help
she sure did ask.
She talked a lot
but made no sense.
It was easy to spot
her ambivalence,
for in her way
pretense was defense.
Though she came so close,
she remained far away.