First

A short, rambling poem from a conversation, when someone I care about, when it seems you always come in second choice.

You asked me why it was,

That you always came behind,

Always the loser in every ordeal,

Chosen in second place each time.

You asked me why no one put you first,

And I had only clumsy, faltering answer.

If I had one wish,

One mistake to repair

And could rewind time to improve one thing

If in one moment I could return,

To make you feel even one emotion

Even a little deeper

I would wish to make you feel

In the depths of your soul

For me…it was always you.

The world might see you as the second choice,

Your fight to be seen might be long

But in my eyes I would swear till stars fell

You were always the single

Brightest

Light.