Perfect Fit Poem by The Muse

Are we wedges?
Are we grooves?
Perhaps we are niche
In someone's shoes?

How can we be a perfect fit?
When we so far away sit?
You watch me unseen
I feel you with my skin


She has withered the grooves
Has chipped away the perfection
That was the song of fools
Wise men would know
It's not easy to show

The perfect fit
Forms out ever so slow
Years of yearning
And waiting some more

A perfect fit awaits this door
Not ivory not pearls
But a heart of gold
Not straw but curls

Search me and try me
That day is today
I waited and waited
Until I could wait no more
If you don't get me
I'll leave this shore