Always getting left behind
People I love growing, bending, shaping without me
Creating lives without me in them
Leaving me alone in the remnants once again
Maybe this time he’ll come back to me?
Maybe this time he will take me with him?
I reach my hands out grasping and begging for someone to take hold and never let go
But it’s always just me. Alone, always wondering who I’d be if I went with them











