Your Perfect Man

Maybe I was your perfect man.

Or was that just naiveté -
seducing you?

My boyish charms, my fluid hips,
but I never was on the tip, of your wanted lips
(like you were mine).

 And did you know -
I knew that truth
then -

and now.

So here you are while I remain
your non-volatile memory -
retained.

Like that dream I had of my perfect wife
who’d come to rescue -

my imperfect life.