Tabula Rasa

One day we met,
the next day I left.
I did not know your name,
nor do you know mine.
Yet you pull at me;
I feel my heart drawn,
as a moth to flame,
a needle to a magnet.
I need you,
but I know it can only be like
that old story of two ships in the night.
I know so little,
how can I feel so much?
To me you are a blank slate
that I will never have a chance to fill.

-Miostiek, 9/2/96