I wanted to live between words
Between sentences. Instead
I became the spacebar and backspace between the what was not said and what was meant.
I wanted to build a home made up of
Stories. Instead
I became "the end" of the comma that never fully stopped.
I wanted to be the pages inked
With blues. Instead
I became the letters in the attic never sent at the right address.
I wanted to become a poetry
Instead I write them now.