Clay

I am not a potter
And you are not
Made of clay
I can't just shape and mold you
Into everything
I want and need
For you are already
Taking shape
And the shape I've seen
Is beautiful
Like sunlit gems on a glassy beach
Yet definitely not
The shape I need
So I'll let you go
So you can grow
Into anything you wish
I'll let you go
So my ideas and dreams
Won't haunt your thoughts
And box up your actions
I'll let you go
Even though these tears
Soak my sheets
As I cry each night
Under black-burnt dreams
For before I knew
You were not for me
I wished and wished
That you could be.