Starlight

I knew you'd find me here.
That somehow you'd know the place
The time.

That you would understand.

Even though, every day
I tell myself, You're not the right man for me:
It's too dangerous.  You'll break my heart;
The premonition hangs like an overhead curse.

Eight letters, three words.
You said it three times, one
tumbling over the other
until I looked at you.

I could have told you then, 
as I've told myself these six months since,
those same words.

But you are not good for me.

You'll break my heart after hers.
It won't be the first.