Meeting Her — Part 2

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

To hopeful places and simpler days

Weird however, was whatever transpired

A step away, was a step in vain

I was stuck with her as she was with me

For unattainable it is to separate thyself from thee