A Priori

I wrote for you before I quite knew why;
Of course you read before you could respond.
I tried to speak and found I could not try:
You thought of other lovers; I was fond.
I breathed your name within my secret heart
But wrote without it, for it was not mine;
You chose to read them in another part
And in that choice, permitted me to pine.
I waited for you to acknowledge me;
You wondered if I'd ever speak at all.
I called to you, but only wordlessly;
You were not ready to receive my call.
Yet after all that wonder and confusion
We found our way beyond our self-delusion.