this ache in my chest
and water in my eyes
never thought i was good at goodbyes.
could i be less direct?
lay it down with more finesse?
i imagine your love story without me
a supporting role as an obstacle
to the one who got away,
or the one who never came.
because when i did
they were still first on your list.
i image you reuniting with this long lost love
and remembering me as the one who pushed,
or shoved
you over that fence
you so easily straddled
while i giggled and gaggeled,
gushed over you and the door you opened
to a whole new world i was too afraid to discover,
on my own
and alone,
there could be no better guide,
so i’ll exit stage left
love has its own compass
i hope it’s you love finds…
not so arbitrarily.
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