​I was walking on the edge
trying to forget my name,
losing myself in pieces
that I left out in the rain.

You were holding on to you
trying to reclaim yourself.
Climbing down to the bottom,
from being stuck on a shelf.

I remembered who you were,
and it seemed you knew me too.
Then you became my best friend
because that’s what lovers do.

All I wanted was your all,
but I was too impatient.
And you wanted my all too,
but you were just too patient.

Now here I am in the rain
and there you are on your shelf.
My name forgotten again,
nobody knows me,  no one …
else.

M. Zane McClellan

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