Here:There

while you were still here, I ruminated silently, pretending I didn't much care, was neither Here nor there, and so, Your love was a ripe hanging fruit, beautiful and free, but i never fully partook-- I kept it under wraps, except for a few stolen kisses now and again, There: here-- just a will'o the Wisp Half-desire floating sideways in my head. An enchanting quirk was the thought of Love, incongruous to my ingrained thoughts, my "common sense", beckoning me to greener pastures --to a "real" life that seemed too out of reach to even imagine my arrival in it, for you were my little dewdrop, beautiful but vulnerable; and as I turned, I saw you gobbled up by the wind-- by a breeze that disappeared as fast as it appeared. Your richness was lost on me- until you were gone.