Septentrionalem Status

You weren’t supposed to be a pipe dream.

You were supposed to be something that happened.

But you didn’t.

So I sat at home,

Cursing up to the sky,

Why me?

Why did it have to be this way?

Why did I deserve this?

Years passed,

And I learned to live with the pain,

Of another dream,

That wouldn’t see the light of day.

The problem was,

I was so close,

I could taste it.

Then in the blink of an eye,

You were gone.

I sit here,

Happy, but not fully.

You were never supposed to be a pipe dream.

But you turned into it,

And all I can think is

You weren’t supposed to be a pipe dream.