Mondegreen/ Elusive/ Miss-understood

By the edge of my bed,

standing all night

In the corner of my comfort,

neatly tucked

Peering over my shoulders

as I feigned being occupied

Patiently waiting

for my impatience to wear

She waited

waited until I failed

Failed to embrace her

with open heart, eyes closed

Failed reining in the impulse

to change her

In trying to understand her thus,

I missed her altogether.

She could well have been

a lover incredible

But this once, she was

a poem I didn't deserve