Protagonist
When I lay down at night,
I think of you.
I think of what will happen next,
What might happen,
What could happen,
A hundred futures in my hands.
Sometimes I rewrite the past,
Make you a jealous stepson
Or a jilted or jilting lover.
Sometimes I send you into peril,
And bring you out, changed but
not diminished,
To teach you compassion.
It hurts, I know.
I try not to make you too
handsome.
Too handsome makes me
uncomfortable,
And I get to decide.
Sometimes I can almost feel your
arms around me.
Sometimes I take away your
friends,
Except that sometimes you are my
best friend,
In the long, lonely nights.
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