The Picture of Perfect

 

Perfection, 

I know I've seen you before.
I do,  

because I remember taking a picture with you.
You had bought me something sweet
in a dream 

with lots of green
somewhere.
But then I lost it.
I lost the damn picture!
I went frantic,
writing about you 

and me

and this picture.
I was M A D.
Throwing words 

and living verbs  

every

single

night...

so that I might remember you.
It was like...
the more I remembered of you
the more I could never be sure
that I had the image EXACTLY right.
Like, no...

that's not right...

questioning my sight;
  I distinctly remember your face
capturing the essence of a different light...
in a dream, maybe.
Anyway, 

you get it.
You know what I mean
and me knowing that you know me
is exactly what I need.
Coming close to proving that I know you
does wonders for my self-esteem.
I've seen 

so many pictures
of imitations 

of you..
EXAGGERATIONS of you...
And I'm such a fool.
I could have saved you!
Now, I rephrase to one day reface you.
Like sweet music,
you're the only thing
I'll ever chase to.
But first, 

I have to see you.