Want

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

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