Ignorant Perfection

As a school girl

I often heard your little

Patters through the halls

And how you kissed that boy

Through the walls.

I saw you stand and 

Stare at me with your

Perfect eyes,

Throwing glances of

Hope,

And fury,

And demise.

Oh how you were,

So ignorant, so wary-

As I grew up,

You chose to stick it out

And drown until you were buried.

Your burial ground was a fine

Marriage.

But I care not,

As I am the one

Less perfect.

The one forgot.