I met her, In dire times and places mucky, On moonlit nights and tranquil mornings The glint on her face, almost compelling Leaving unremarkable, those poignant eyes She talked of love and hate, all the same Of life and death and life again Hard to decipher and harder to relate Perplexed and pleased, all in tandem Fatiguing it was, this oxymoronic energy She was a friend and also a nemesis So I tried leaving, towards lesser turmoil