You asked Me

You asked me, she said You asked me to tell you why Tell you why I would not be your girlfriend. Let me tell you, she said. You are not from here, You belong to another world, A world far beyond, The world in which I exist. In your world People do not hurt each other, Out of petty fear, Out of petty anger, For little reasons. Reasons, that to you Are small, petty, Beneath your abilities. She said, I on the other hand, Am not beyond this petty world I live in a place, Where people hurt each other For petty reasons, For petty hatreds, For petty angers, She said. She said, because of this Our worlds can not meet. There is no common ground, For us as a couple, Because of this, I can not meet you, I can not find my way to your world, I am caught in my own folly. My own petty world Would not understand She said. She said, I knew I could not, I knew you would not judge me. However, I do not have the strength, To meet you there, in the place. The place without petty squabbles, I have not your age, even though We share the same age, I lack the ability, the being, To face my other friends, So she said. You asked me, she said You asked me, and now you know. Written October 26th, 2001 © on Oct 26 2001 01:02 AM PST   18 • 0 • 10