I was the only face with a name
and you wouldn't leave without me.
I was waiting on New Year's Day
to change everything about me.
...and the woman in your life at that time
was hanging on the line
as doctors looked you over.
A seasoned veteran in the theatre of life.
I couldn't help but second guess you
as I sat by your side
and I regret it now.
To be the space between and the line
that makes every mile seem shorter.
To be the only gleam in the eye
of some beautiful beholder.
Am I to you just a way to pass the time?
A means to rectify the twiddling of thumbs?
The restlessness of limbs didn't keep you up at night
but something else always did.