wrong character

This story belongs to someone else

it seems that you tripped over your plot,

entered mine on accident

But the second you came you wanted to stay

I was fascinated!

you had my scene but spoke another script

We came to know each other,

but solely in focused passing

Because I took all the shots and you held all the scenes

Only you escalated my depth in your head

No perception, like a cat, you'd slip through the bars if I held you not back,

Fall into the gravel of your Waverley past

Over time you became bitter,

felt a call by someplace else

That danker plot before this court expanse,

the damp streets of that other slum

dark, but sure

And you didn't like exposure fleshed by my eyes

Felt you didn't belong

The wrong character,

imposter,

an inadequate lag.

Over time petulance overtook you,

adopted an odd script formulated to parallel some mad suburban land

To conceal your own

This I noted,

as you receded

And I no longer held you back

from slipping through the iron logs

from letting go your feet off my pad

No, I won't let you climb back

because after you left I became sad,

sad