How I Knew Her

I knew her the way a lake knows a mountain: from the top down. Through careful reassembly after every breeze.

I knew her the way a clown knows boredom: better than I knew that absurdity my self.

I knew her the way an ear candle knows an ear: through the most intimate of failures & the sincerest form of flattery.

I knew her the way the night knows lightning: by inference from the series of missing moments.