The Meetings
Author's Note: A poem about Dr. Hannibal "the Cannibal" Lector's relationship with Clarice Starling.
Your good purse and cheap shoes,
You came here not knowing what to do.
That much was clear to me,
They told a lie, one that I couldn't see.
I sent you off, proud of myself,
Now you have to look inside of yourself.
It was raining when you returned,
Your suspicions took another turn.
I hid in the darkness of the room,
But you had your own darkness hiding in the gloom.
More hints I gave you,
And I'd like to think its thanks to me you knew what to do.
Another time we were destined to meet,
This time we met in the heat
Of a proposal you gave to me.
I looked and thought I could see,
That this wasn't your plan.
Well our meeting in this room has come to an end.
For the fourth time you came to me,
This time in good ol' Tennasee.
I joked about our apparent love,
But you seriously pressed me with more questions to solve.
We said goodbye touching for a moment
And then away you were sent.
We would not meet again in this tale,
I hope you succeed yet I hope you fail.
I called you for our sweet goodbye,
Our time working together you and I.
Had come to an end.
Now I'm going to have another friend
...for dinner.