Progress is progress – you’ve got this

and you truly are capable of so much

more than you ever seem to realize;

but that said, you owe me a salsa

with time and a tango with potential –

 

don’t put me on hold again, I know

you’re waltzing with memory and

you wouldn’t even have that power

if it weren’t for me. And yes I know

now that I’ve written about you and

used your name in a way much more

directly than your song scavenger hunts

and unoriginal bastardized codes –

 

which I suppose also isn’t saying much

I’ve been cast into the eye of forever

by many a drunken artist – a want to be

promise – a story that never dared to

grow into anything other than what-if.

 

And before you say it – I am not a calmaity

I am not chaos or order or anything worth

defining in such ways but I am also far more

concrete than anyone seems to acknowledge.

 

I am certain someday you’ll taste paradise

and realize you’ll never get so close as me – again.

 

But also you’re far too interesting for the world

to be rid of completely when age comes

swooping in for not just one dance – but eternity.

 

-M. Rene’