I wanted to be more
Than that-
Than this.
I wanted my absence
To be a lil more
Bittersweet
Lasting years
Instead of seconds
And I most definitely
Didn’t want her
To jump into the picture

I preferred her off the bridge
Than in your arms.

Guess we can’t always be the
Story writer-
The teller gets to play it up
And the shadows
Are where she’s cast me.

I’ll lurk
And behave
And mutter under my breath
Until the day I find the ink-

And the courage to tear your page.