socratic

She is unexpected.
She is "yes" when you were certain
it was "no,"
when there are no affirmations left.
She laughs when you expect her
to cry, smiles when you
expect her to be afraid,
flees when you expect
her to love.

Or sometimes she doesn't--
sometimes she laughs
for no reason at all,
sometimes when you
expect it,
and sometimes when you
don't, but
always so enchanting,
always an
affirmation.

She is afraid of life,
but not afraid
to live;
as kind and caring as
any human,
as jaded and world-weary as
any cynic.
I know everything there is to know about her,
which is to say
I know
nothing.