An ode to the second choice
By Corrine LeMaire
Every time I find you in the dust of the pages of the story
The idea of who you are is laid out to be one-dimensional
It’s a sudden feeling that comes into my heart when I see you
That never happens when the main character gets love
You are left in the ink that isn’t quite dry.
But in my mind, you get the love.
The tears you spent in private to the reader’s eye are in my eyes.
The movies always leave you in the background of every shot,
That love you think you deserve line plays out when you cry because of the value
The black and white pull the red from your face that the viewer can’t see,
But I see no less than the tears shed by the characters in the foreground.
You are left in the scenery that I wish I could hold when you break.
As the last chapter and the end credits roll, I see myself in a mirror
These tears aren’t yours or the feeling of you, it is me and my own life.
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