He's Such A Contradiction

He’s such a contradiction,

            and confuses my heart.

            He walks where he will

            and keeps a calendar apart.

 

I devour stacks of words.

            He reads books of numbers.

            And so we seldom share

            our thoughts--just close, and pull up, covers.

 

It seems I’m always leading--

            he trails me when we leave.

            So far ahead, I turn;

            my distress is unperceived.

 

Yet during times of crises,

            sadness others cause me

            captures his attention

            and ignites his loyalty.

 

And therein lies the quandary

            the baffling mystery:

            how can one so loyal

            have led life so separately?

 

In searching for the answer

            I find him at a pond

            bending down and staring

            at white jonquils

                floating

                     all

                         around.