I stand here today:
The mayor of this broken town;
The president you needed;
The one to lead us home.
Except today, you sit.
You do not feel joyous.
You do not believe.
You have fallen, clutching for dear life.
Tomorrow, I think, will be more.
Lustrous I am, at the thought:
Of my own words;
Of my own promises.
Give to you what I plan for me,
Giving back what I did not take.
Tomorrow, you will have more than today,
You will have more than you could ever dream.
Realism was never my strong point.
I stand here full of dreams.
I stand here with less than you need.
But I stand here.
Because yesterday was the worst of all.
Yesterday broke us.
Yesterday took a piece of us with it,
Took more than we can replace.
You sit quietly, teasing the words from my mouth.
It is you I stand here for.
Your soulless eyes waiting,
For me, for more.
18/03/2020
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