Her Name Was Curious Possibility

There is a girl I know,
Her name is Curious Possibility,
I saw her once, in a dream, when I was young,
When I craved invisibility,
When everything around me seemed to be,
nothing that ever was or ever could be inside of me.
I was scared to go out,
I was scared to let anyone in,
I was scared that my life would be a life,
Alone and undriven.
But I chanced upon a girl called Curious Possibility,
She was everything I was not, and everything I suddenly,
Dreamed I could be.
She was love at first sight, but ultimately too young for me,
Life; pulsing, incredibly.
Love; passionately embracing
Time; slowed undeniably.
Did I ask her to marry me? Of course, foolishly (she was too young)
Did I make a wish, at Glastonbury? Of course, but festival is not reality.
And all around me, others began to see in her what I had always seen in her;
Unmistakably, beautiful.
Undeniably, irresistible.
Socially exceptional and remarkably kind.
There is a Time, and a place, where life tries to imitate life,
It slows, speeds up, becomes yours, becomes mine,
Souls meet, souls love, souls depart, but are
Entwined.
Forever.

I have lived and breathed a girl called Intimacy.
I have known so well the one they call Jealousy ,
She, and Time have been my Disability,
So this, my song, my Unsung Melody
Is where I can Imagine Infinity of love,
That I will never see,
A Tragedy , but I am so blessed to have glimpsed such a girl,
as Curious Possibility.
Her name is Eliza
Her name was a Curious Possibility.