You are
not my sorrow
And yet you thrive
In the
unshed tears I carry with me
You are
not my pain
But you
fester my healing
In small
deliberate ways
You are
not my failure
But I
disappoint myself
From time
to time
Because
of you
You are
not my achievement
Yet I
cannot think of you
Without
some pride, some satisfaction
You are
not my balm
And yet
in you
I have
found relief, composure, peace
You are
not my happiness
And yet
to you I sacrifice
Smiles I
had known
From some
earlier time
You are
not a stranger
And yet
you seem unfamiliar
In my nightmares
You are
not mine
But with
every passing day
I want
more. I want you
You did
nothing wrong
But
surely
I did
nothing right...
