By Jane Rain
Date: 2012 Apr 29
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He's not mine and I'm not his
yet we are each others.
When he's here I'm happier than ever before.
His presence comforts me.
Our sex is more than just that.
It means something, yet I can't say what.
It soon comes time for him to leave.
My heart sinks with every step he takes
down my stairs and out my door.
When will you be back?
I want to ask
but I play it cool
and let him go.
I don't dare let him see the loneliness that exists
only for him.
I know he'll read this.
I know it may frighten him.
I also know that he's not mine
and I'm not his
and that's just how it needs to be.