ALMOST YOU

I have been waiting
more than half my life
to find you.
Your image captivated me
generations ago
– though your simple 2D frame
seemed too much
for my young head to stand
when that head was all I held.

You played in my imagination
as a score played past me
while life kept us
from ever truly interacting
We could have met decades ago.
We could have met years ago
or months
or days,
but I waited
until the time was right
– or so I thought.

For now,
at last,
what fueled me for so long
failed to live
up to the legend.
The reality of you paled beside
my own internal expectations.

You were something like
what I always thought you’d be
– but not quite.