Four seasons, a dozen apple trees, one life
I've always played the role she needed filled. I was a stranger when we met. I was a friend, a companion, a girlfriend. I was a teacher when she got a promotion. I was a lover when she was lonely. I was available when she was anxious. I was a date when she wanted Italian for dinner. I was just another person at the end. Now I don't matter. How is a kite supposed to fly without wind? How is a fish supposed to swim in a mud puddle? How are the birds expected to not explore the boundaries of our atmosphere while they're up there? How am I supposed to be a person who has been everything and doesn't matter anymore?