An Image

I had an image of you in my head
I was a nervous wreck
I was lost,struggled to find myself
You pulled me together

I had an image of you in my head.
You told me about your endless encounters
About how love was a priority to you.
Although how I imagined you back then spelt differently.
You were a pompous intellectual,indifferent to emotions.
I envied your maturity,feared your moods even;
Oh!my image of you was quite distorted,wasn't it?

The image of you...
I never asked for too much
Infact,I could care less
I just enjoyed our exchange of words.
But then things changed.
You held me close to you,catching me off gaurd.
whispered sweet nothings
Said,"Is it not alright if we stayed like this for a little longer?"
No,it isn't alright!
In this tale of you and I,where do "I" fit?
What is the certainty that I am but one of your many encounters?
This..was not how I pictured you
This was not an image I created.

I do not despise you
I was infact overwhelmed
And unlike yours,it wasn't a transient feeling.
I'm not sure if the moment meant anything to you
And i am a coward so we'll never know
Or maybe I want to hold onto this feeling for a bit more
Or fear,being told to stop deluding myself
To confirm that..
it was just an image of you in my head.

Remember that time you asked me
why music held a higher place in my life?
It alleviates me,takes me to an ethereal realm
And right now the recurring melody of Claude Debussy's 'Arabesque' plays in the backdrop..