Pictures.

Photographs.

What I don’t understand

Is why we never took any together.

I took some of you.

Hundreds of you.

But you never wanted to

See my 2D face on a rainy day

Away from home. Did you?

What I don’t understand is that

I am nothing like the others

You have had before.

I am above and beyond

What any person could want

In another simple human being.

But that isn’t what you wanted.

Is it?

Let’s see.

All of your past experiences

Have been somewhat the same.

Exactly the same, in fact.

They all Spoke the same.

Acted out the same.

Treated you the same.

And when you came running back

To me for advice

You ran into my arms

And crawled up onto

My chest to make the

Pain go away. Again.

But when it was my turn

To fill in those A typical shoes

You gave them all to wear,

You couldn’t be unhappier.

I’m not what you expected,

Was I?

Even though we’d known each other

For years on end

Back to back

Shoulder to shoulder

And you still never

Figured me out.

Fair enough.

I thought I knew you too.

But hey, who’s fooling who now?

I don’t know.

You tell me.

I just wish you

Would have told me sooner.