if I told you not to,
go
would you?
life isn’t a movie
and yet I find myself
wanting to live one
wanting to request
something from you I do
not deserve
something out the blue
and you would say,
”OK”
that you’ll wait
for me
and sense,
will begin to be made
and pieces will fall
into place,
which were
never placed before
only imagined,
or hoped
but I just don’t wanna
see you…
go.
though I’ve never seen you
this is what I already
have to go through
watching you fade
away
some still-image
of you
traveling away
from me
before I’ve had the chance
to bring you close
selfishly,
telling you the truth
my truth,
as if it was ours
even still,
as I watch
your invisible ‘self’
leave,
”don’t go!”
though I know you must
and will,
a spec in your drawing
a glimpse in your frame
I was never a color
on your canvass
though I dare to be
detailed,
composed within
your creative eye
and your spacious view
with no room for two.
anyway
purpose awaits you
just thought I’d be
dramatic
because life isn’t a movie
but maybe we could’ve been.
ridiculous, right?
I haven’t even begun to
tell you why you should
stay,
or stray.
”Way.”
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