The Game Never Ends
I meant it when I said
you are so good at everything.
I tried my best to give you a new name
when you grew weary of the old one
but nothing seemed to stick.
You are so good at everything.
The game never ends.
The game is like
when you wake from a dream
and realize there’s nothing you can do
to stop the dissipation.
You can look me in the eye
and tell me it was never really there
but I can’t help that feeling
of wanting to hold on.
Can’t help that lingering
sense of displacement
that the bed, and the street, and the city isn’t right.
The game never ends
and the rules aren’t too clear.
You are so good at everything.