Old And Also New

old and also new

When you found me, I was on a shelf. Dusty, used, longed for, yet forgotten. Then I met you. You plucked me off of the shelf. You brushed the dust off me, patted me on the head, And said, You will be fine my love. You will be mine. You will be loved. You showed me love for a short time. Then, one day, you did what everyone else had done. You found a new doll.  You put me back on the shelf, and soon enough, there she was. Now I shall collect the dust once again. 

and at the end of it all, we didn’t even get to dance

as if we didn’t melt into each other,

as if the lines didn’t blur,

as if our souls didn’t intertwine,

as if your arm isn’t perfectly the length of my back,

as if we don’t share a mind and a taste in music,

as if we hadn’t learned from each other in just a few days’ time,

as if you refused to show me where your foundation cracked,

as if you were trying to protect me,

as if you were letting me down gently,

as if you ever meant it each time you said me you loved me.

sick to my stomach knowing you might be happy

i’ll cherish everything we didn’t get to do.

all the dates we never went on,

the cape trip we never took.

the way we never got to dance and the way we never got raising canes.

silly, don’t you think?

no, not the raising canes.

loving every minute of what we never got done.

i fear i am too vast.

i would rather squeeze into a box than be scrutinized for not belonging to any of them.