But every triumph seems to drive
its way back to you, even when
you’re on the other side of town
(where I left you).
I was driving forward
after every promotion, and I could
only see you in the rear view.
But once you become an afterthought:
“If only…you saw me now.
This could have happened earlier,
and I would’ve responded differently–”
I slam on the brakes.
I was wrong.
I’ve been going in reverse all this time.