crooked

I can't say I know
what caused it.
Was it
the knowledgeable tongue
with which she spoke,
or her well-manicured nails?
Was it her off-the-wall interests
that kept me asking,
or her subtle twinges
of elegance?
What did I want from her?
Was it an answer,
an exception,
a breath of fresh air,
or the taste of her chapstick?
She left the country
and left my heart
with so many questions.
Who was I in her presence?
Weak or strong?
Confused,
or did I know exactly
what I wanted?