From my new book “Small Stories: Poetry and Prose” by J. Sexton
You’re no longer my future;
You’re just a story I left behind,
A scatter of loose-leaf pages
That contain a lie between every line;
And where I once perused you closely,
I now leave you
Abandoned on a dusty shelf,
A painful, age-old reminder
Of how I can so easily let down myself;
But you taught me a lesson,
That even a fairytale can seem so real,
Yet some myths aren’t meant
To be written,
And only in the ending
Can we truly heal.