The Get Go

I was wrong about you

I thought you'd come after me

and tell me that I was worth it all

That I could be your insides

like you were mine

That you would wake up first,

and then watch me sleep

like I did each morning

I wished you needed to touch my eyelids

and protect them from sorrow,

the way I covered yours

That you would not walk so far ahead

and that you would look back at my face

and that you would put your foot down,

like I have

Just not here,

and just without breaking anything more

I didn't want you to mend these fissures,

you were always doing jobs that didn't belong to you