The best I never had
In a world of tv clichés
I thought our series would be timeless,
that it would survive the seasons.
I laugh as I remember
How I Met Your Mother.
Confused on an interstate car park,
cellphones and calamity.
Only to feel underwhelmed.
You said “it's not just the jetlag”,
I said “how can anyone fall in love with a zombie?”
eating hearts for brains in an emotional no-man's land.
But it started to feel good but also bewildering,
but still not love as we know it.
I remember your mother's grace,
I remember your loving smile...
and I wish it were mine.
Every rule has an exception
and I wanted to be that exception...
I wanted you to be that exception.
Except that wasn't the case.
You see love like a firework,
quick to light, volatile and colourful.
I see love like a slow burning candle,
aromatic - crafting a fragrance of two hearts joined together.
I hoped we'd meet somewhere in the middle...
You have your way,
I have mine,
and that together we'd have ours.
It just didn't happen how we thought it would,
how we wanted it to.
So instead of JD and Elliot
the friends come lovers
come soul mates...
I find us embodying another tv cliché:
Ted and Robin.
One time lovers who despite differences
of country and culture
found common ground.
Found each other
just not in the way they thought they would...
just not in the way they hoped they would.
mutual goals for self-fulfilment.
But just not “the one”.
Now I could hit the bar and wallow in sadness,
or I could raise the bar and use you as the measuring stick...
for all I ever wanted.
The best I never had.