If I pretend I want these petty, non-significant, fleeting goals,
Would it help me forget how much I wanted you?-
The abstract, non-concrete, imaginary idea of you-
The you that hasn’t yet had a chance to be.
The you that would reflect the best in him
And hopefully not the worst in me.
The you that I foresee raising hell,
Seeking out mischief, and making messes.
But this imaginary life has yet to become.
What if I achieve every damn, petty, non-significant goal
But never get a chance to hold you-
To see this imagined life come to be?
–Written by Sandy Heights