The Wrong Questions
If I hadn't met
you,
I wouldn't have fallen
in love
(although you weren't
in love with me - incapable,
you said)
for the first time.
Said it out loud to those
eyes
beautiful eyes, like
mine
(but mirrored to mine
because you are
the opposite of me).
Am I Narcissus,
then? Am I
self-indulgent
or do I love
the darkness more than I like
to admit?
(to admit to you I loved your shadows,
fiery red)