I could never be as right
as the decorations carefully positioned on your desk,
rubix cubes and puzzles immediately solved,
closet conforming to the same color scheme,
pictures on the wall exactly evenly spaced.
Even the blush on your cheeks are perfectly symmetrical,
eyes perfectly spherical,
sharp nose,
sharp mind,
listening to dialogue so stilly it’s as if you’re not,
so wholly in tune with the world
it’s like you’re in a daydream,
in a reverie,
in a higher plane of being,
existing in the logic programs in your mind.
I could never be just right for you.