Louise

 Maybe her emotions
Were too overwhelming...
Maybe that terrified him...
Maybe she saw things in him
He couldn't,
Wouldn't, 
See in himself...
Maybe
She was too much
Like looking in a mirror...
The chaos of thought,
The troubled turbulence of the past...
Maybe he was blind...
Maybe Noman pierced his eyes, 
Maybe he plucked them out himself
As a child...
Maybe he never knew who he was...
Maybe she was the warrior huntress,
And maybe
He ran away from everything...
Maybe he always had...
Maybe fear dictated his every action...
The years passed,
And the anxious waves still swell...
Rough seas are a natural phenomenon,
After all...
Maybe they were both drowning,
And he never knew
How to do anything,
But sink to the bottom
Hopelessly gasping for air...
Desperately grasping
For anything else,
Leaving her
And everything/everyone else
Behind,
Caught in the under-tow...
Cast out to sea by the cross-current...
Washed up on Circe's Island,
Far from home...
Maybe she could have been home...
Maybe she finally gave up
Because he was
Self-centered and cruel...
But "maybe" is self-indulgent,
And he was nothing
If not self-indulgent,
Pretending to be self-aware...
Maybe he should suffer now
For his past trespasses
Or maybe he should
Stop living in the past...
Maybe she still hurts...
Maybe anger still smolders...
Maybe he feels regret...
Maybe he thought
She was better off without him,
But maybe he was only
Thinking about himself...
Maybe he deserved what he got,
Years of self inflicted incarceration,
Wandering in the desert,
Drawn to mirages
Promising peace,
But stinging like scorpions...
But she didn't deserve to suffer for that...
Her plate was already too full...