Shadows

New York City

The Big Apple!

Met-tro-politan!

i hate it.

i hate it because its shining lights draw you as surely as candle flame and i

will be left here in darkness

you once called me the most interesting person you know but

my quiet Midwestern thoughts cannot compare to a city like New York

you will meet someone there far more interesting than I could ever be

with his bright smile and warm hands you will forget me

 

i could go with you but

inevitably you would resent me

you need to imprint the world on your body but i

would rather be a shadow, leaving no mark

how can you learn about the world, with his bright smile and warm hands

with me by your side?

better that i stay, and you forget.

then i’ll have my wish