not a snatcher

words by clement tan 2004

just when the confusion was deconflicted
when the dust has finally settled
another her came under
my microscopic attention.

she's not my usual type
but i guess it's the aura she exudes
and the candid assuredness
when we both conversed

alas! she's taken
and i am no snatcher
so i guess i just have to walk away
with yet another flickering hope
diminishing, diminished.

perhaps it's all mere infatuation
all a pack of hormonally-influenced lies
that my mind keeps telling me
coupled with the desire to have someone
as a friend like no other.

maybe another time. somewhere. somehow.
and someone else.

because right now.
it was never meant to be.