How could I be so completely wrong?

A lifetime away from any discernible mark?

Every unannounced nuance that hit so hard, so deep

Something pretended, imagined, illusioned, wanted

Something only real when I sleep

There truly was no deciphering

There was no puzzle to crack

But a combination of looks, thoughts, breathless whispers and moans

Led me down this miscalculated track

A compass? To navigate?

Sure, but intellectually, it points to the exact same spot

A misunderstanding of these misplaced coordinates

For a destination that it was not