I never truly had you, I know that

but I miss you regardless.

I mourn what could have happened,

what should have transpired between us.

I am not what you want.

Or I was, but only for a moment,

when there were no other options around.

I am not as delusional as one might think

I know my place, which you must think is at your feet

(Is it wrong to sometimes wish it was?)

Last night, I told Rasheed some of my thoughts.

He recommended letting the matter drop.

He said it wasn’t that deep and that I should let it go,

but I cannot seem to forget you so easily.