Nadia

You were better to me than I to you. You were the only one who soaked me in then. Wide eyed and fresh, you took my words and wrapped them deeply in you. 

I got lost on a country road. You always picked up the check. I postponed our meetings. You read my sloppy middle school journal entries that weeped about boys, my mother and homework.

I secretly wanted to be you. Unimpressed. Quiet beauty. Seeping intelligence. Silently demanding respect. Picking up the pieces where people like me have failed. The void of insecurity. 

Flawless.

I never found out anymore. Where the imperfections lied. You sleep perfect in my memory. Good night.