i'm in the background.
in the shade
following behind closely,
but not enough for you to pay attention at least.
you sway and extend your ways
going around people i've never seen you with
becoming someone i'm stranger to.
i wonder if i'll always be falling behind you
just picking up after your trails
and never truly getting a grasp of what it feels like to be next to you.
when will i finally feel out of your shadow?
YOU ARE READING
i can talk here? crazy.
Poetryi've been trying to let go. only seems right to. we simply weren't meant to be, or are we?
