You want me to feel better.
After you tell me, I review the most fantastic feelings I’ve ever had.
Leaping from the poplar eight feet up and loving the sting in my feet.
Racing my bike faster than electricity. Look ma’ no hands.
Peeling across a stage, ear to drum, and coming out of my skin.
Buying my first home despite everyone’s warning and making it mine.
Holding my son, wiped down from the womb.
Picking you up for the first time in my truck.
And I realize there’s nothing you can do now to compare to those things, to give something remotely comparable to me. When you could, you didn’t.
You waited for something else
And leapt from the poplar.