i am so not easy.
i am the black box that survives the crash.
i am the most secure server money can buy.
i am the peak of the highest mountain.
i am the cool soothing water and succulent grape.
i am dulcinea.
i am the road to less traveled and most rewarding.

you are the pilot of the hijacked plane.
you are the hacker that can't get through.
you are sisyphus, never reaching the top.
you are tantalus, everything just out of reach.
you are don quixote, crazed, tilting at windmills.
you are flying on the smooth downhill slope without brakes,
passing me by in your haste,
unable to turn around.

under the right circumstances,
you would have had me,
i would have given myself up to your hands . . .
i would have saved you from the wreckage,
i would have unloaded my secrets with the right password,
i would have proudly worn your flag of victory,
i would have quenched and sated you,
i would have been your handmaiden queen,
i would have shown you the secret rewards,
hidden away for the diligent, the virtuous.

and as you pass me by, i wave,
and with the same hand,
brush away the unseen tear -
halting it�s journey
across the gentle curve of my cheek �

and i smile.