She has loved as many people
as I will ever even glance at
and I will spend my life playing catch-up.
She has known as many reasons to live
as I list now in my head
and she still drops them all every step.
She has caught as many eyes
as I dream about when I run out of sanity,
and I will spend my life running from her shadow.
She has stolen the ropes,
the connections I thought I was holding,
they love her hands and I will not lend them to her again.
I wish I was younger.
At least then she would have an excuse to be so much more.