I sought you out, you seek I did 
Your sort I ardently sought out 
In movies on my Netflix screen 
Your type I read in pages typed 
And bound in pale lilac string 
Lying deep beneath secret things 
Amid beloved, unpublished things 
Your form I conjured in my dreams 
From lovely, daytime fantasies 
You lived in my gleaming realm 
Of poignant impossibilities 
Your mold I formed in my head 
Gently the mould spread and spread 
Amid beautiful, decaying things 
Covered in gossamery what-ifs
In golden morns and velvet nights
I looked for you, I sought you out

Until yesterday 

When I saw you clear as day
You looked through me and then away 
The likes of me you didn’t like 
You sought a whole new other sort
I was no part of your reality 
But I looked and looked silently 
Seek you still, I do sometimes 
I still urge for your bewitching kind 
But now doubts riddle that enterprise 
Few are the days when I look for you 
Fret-free, with stars in my eyes 
Those days are still the most sublime
But sublimity is not for me
Its glittering garb is too profound 
Peace is now what I seek out 
Still, old habits of the heart 
Are damnably hard to put down
So keen for you my secret love
And seek you still, I do sometimes.