Eight Four Times Over

So many emotions flood into my heart
For a woman I've met three times
Now eight four times over,
And I loved once.
Upon a time when the future ended
And the past escapes finite,
I knew her.
But she never knew me.
I watched her evolve, mutate, adapt
And naturally select familiar darkness,
Blind fish of the sea
I watched in the abyss,
I fed flakes of hope.
I knew her.
But she never knew me.
Imagine erecting a mountain
For one who enjoys the valleys;
Imagine crafting a platinum bust
For someone who loves silver.
All love and adoration
Unrequited and evaded.
I thought her.
But she never thought me.
Now all I have is a skewed memory
Of how I believed we were close.
It was all a hyperbole of how
I allowed her to sew her sadness
Through the threads of me.
Needle practice.
I patched her.
But she never patched me.