We danced in the dark
when you were happy
in the shadows.
You were happy
to be free.
To be complete.
Just as you are.
Kid, you had something.
You called out to me.
I stayed silent
so you were left with you.
And were becoming
the best version of you.
Until you gave in.
Until you plugged in to time.
Until you succumbed to cliché.
And became one yourself.
A version that doesn’t dance
in shadows.
And isn’t complete
without another.
Happiness
is the smile
we stick on
sometimes.
Kid, you can still..
“no,” she cuts me off
“you need to grow up”
And then she disappeared
into a new darkness
where a version of her
is happier
than she ever was
with me.
