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.