RF2010

i was in a crowd of people when it hit me:
i don't miss you anymore.

last year was a bad year.
fights and crowds and tears and heartache
worries about missed opportunities
falling over each other to prove
we were now better off.

and it hit me.
you will never be good enough for me.
i am living out my dreams.
my name will be known.
and you will never be more
than a footnote
saying:
in spite of me, she...