Maybe it was in your library
surrounded by all your stacks of books
and the systematic methodology
you applied to everything.

Do you remember how you 
spoke to me of the one you employed
to implement the plan as if
seeking my congratulations?

All an echo of the ancient past
I longed to be again, even though then,
too, you had missed the truth of me
and could not even see

Me standing there before you, 
my whole heart bare, never minding
your need to always be saving
the world or a woman.

But I was a woman. I was a girl
who simply bore it all in silence. I am
the one who would trade a million
memories before leaving

Your sacred library that day without
telling myself the truth, then setting it
free. Trouble is, this love for you
always comes back to me.