Why did you come at all, if it wasn't for me?

A sudden rush of expectation
as I realise it's you.
Like a river in a droughtful season.
How cool you didn't call.
Initial hint of disappointment.
The mirror of my smile
that isn't there, that doesn't follow
a very causal 'hi'.
Why did you come at all,
if it wasn't for me?

Another blow of resignation
when realise I do.
Now in your hands
the book you borrowed.
The whole way we first met
comes together in my head,
when the picture's clear you've left

I still go mad if I look at your smile, trapped forever in a picture frame in my screen... I still imagine you all over me, as an ancient god, flying around me; as the air in the night, as my wish, as words lost in the wind.
My delusion are the perfect walls, guardians of your tongue. Your eyes so dark, your body so calm.
Even your desperation fascinates me. And when I saw you with him, for the first time I felt jealous against (not because of) him. I hated him. I wanted to be him... to stay for a day with you.
I can bet you dont even remember who Giovanni Papini is... but who cares as long as I can hear your delicious voice.


How Ironic can it be, that for the first time I share (in a way or another) one of his tastes, and I dont even care about it? Another trick of his goddess?