poem

You wished for me to like you as you like me.

I am not in your head. I didn’t know how.

But I think I understand better now.

I am a friend, a lover, a wife, and a mother.

I play, I cry, I weed. I cook, I love, I read.

I organized my world into neat little compartments.

I became someone to everyone,

Fulfilling a different role to meet the needs.

The need for me to feel sensual pleasure

Brings me to your imaginary embrace.

Thoughts of your skin next to mine

The image of your face, excite my senses.

And even in your absence, momentarily I am yours.