I Knew a Girl- poem

I knew a girl, and she knew me; I loved her, but she never loved me.

She had many friends, but was always lonely.

She spent her days in bars when what she really desired was a library.

She was always so strong and supportive, and for that many hated her.

Whenever people attacked her, she always blamed herself:

She felt the pain behind their hate, and hated her own pain.

That is why every night she used to cry before going to sleep.

Only I knew that.

I was always beside her, but she was never beside me.

The two of us sailed the same ship, I the captain and she the crew,

But we never sailed the same seas.

Her waters were shallow and clear while mine were dark and deep,

Yet her ship was beaten and polluted while mine was clean and pristine.

I allowed the wind to carry me like an autumn leaf;

She went against wind and wave in winter and summer.

For her, the waves never hit too hard, but her ship was too weak.

I told her otherwise, she knew I was right, but it was too late.

The grand drapes of heaven closed over the sun, interrupting its soliloquy,

Yet it did not get agitated.

The gale grew fiercer and colder, and the sea raised its many arms

In attempt to climb on board.

She looked at me, and I at her,

And she then began rushing tugging tightening and knotting.

The masts were hidden behind torrents of water caught by the cotton sails.

The wood under foot squeaked and the masts creaked

And the wind whistled and the sea roared and there was a crow onboard

Which sat silent.

The ship rocked up and up crashing against the gigantic gates of the ocean

Which never ebbed.

I could no longer see her, but only hear her footsteps

Echo through the fog and finally fade into silence.

The cosmic play had reached its end:

The wind and the waves retired to their nature.

The clouds returned the stage to the smiling sun.

The crow now fluttered its feathery wings,

Which had remained dry, and flew over the calm day.

I knew a girl, and she knew me; I was the world to her,

And she was the world to me, but she was afraid to be lonely with me.