You are the sunset on the most beautiful beach
I am the sunrise on a slow Monday morning

You are a flower bursting through the concrete
I am a **** in your grandmother's garden

You are the iconic lights in Paris
I am the sewage drains in Chicago

You are a poet's work of art
I am just another mark on the page

You have the beauty.
The perfection.
The smile
And the laugh.

But me?
I will stay here.
Lost in your shadows.