Marco DiLeonardo Art

I'll sit here and take this.
Watch you grow and, yes, I know.
Here on the sidelines.
I know. It could have been me.
I've been there.
I've been there for you.
I was pushed under a bus.
Forever gone in this crazy fuss.
There's just a chalk outline
from a dead pushover.
Now I'm nothing.
Now I'm nothing to you.
I was pushed over the edge.
Always talking you off a ledge.
To let you let me
watch it all unfold.
Because life goes on.
But only for you.