Last In Line Poem by Maya Hanson

Once you held the sun
in your hands, the stars
in your eyes, tiny cities
in your circled arms

Once I was blind,
I'm fateful still,
stumbling in darkness
to reach your windowsill

I don't know why we are,
I don't know what this is
I always do your bidding
all I know is this

I'm always last in line
when they come along
I've settled for second best
but I've never felt so strong

And can I be anything
any better, any more
I can be anything for you
if you tell me what for

but you stand me
on the sidelines to wait
Paralyzed but I don't know
how much more I can take

I've scanned the world
looking for someone like you
and realized there's too many
more to stay with you

I'm surrounded by brand new starts
and this clock stops suddenly
I look up and down and all around
listen to the world finally

And now she whispers to me
that you put me last in line-
I hope I can believe her
as she tells me that she's mine