you were supposed to
be a staple,
something consistently
attached to
right where I left you;
wanting me to want you.

you were supposed to
mean what you felt
in the event that
my mind changed
and I came
to realize that
I needed you
as much as I wanted to;
as much as you wanted, too.

and I wasn't supposed to
suppose you.
I was too close to
half way between
already gone and
getting ready to
go soon.
I was unsteady
but who knows
what stable
consists of


Kimolee Eryn is an artist and writer who believes in creating for a purpose beyond the purpose of creating. She believes that a life should be lived not just to sustain itself but to cultivate peace, love and growth in all adjacent beings and hopes to exemplify that in all she does.