I’ll take second best
if it means I can still be close to you,
be the recipient of your smile,
share with you my dreams.
I shall never forget
what passed between us.
Such words, such deeds,
cannot be roughly rubbed out
like a misdrawn line.
Not for me anyhow.
Yet second best does not feel
like the runner pipped to the post
or the teddy deemed slightly,
just slightly inferior to the doll
by an indecisive child.
I have been given a glimpse
of the riches of Timbuktu
and then endowed with a shadow.
A shadow with a lingering scent
of despair, lost hope.
But you have the reins my dear.
I could plead, beg with my fragile soul
but I do not wish to see my heart
splintered, smashed by your tongue.
I know to you I could only ever be