I did not mean to make you
into something you are not.
Imagined improvements projected,
forced dematerialisation of truth.
It was unfair;
an abuse you suffered unknowingly...
As I formed you into an ideal,
falsely diminishing your inconvenient traits.
But my edification came in due time,
impossible to dismiss your ineptitudes,
pretending no longer...
I supposed there would be torment
once the picture shattered.
But there is only silence,
serenity more than torpor.
Still, I steal glances, wondering why
the absence of amity.
Yet I feel only peace.