puzzled by his brooding stare
my heartbeat quickens

static lingers in the air
my posture stiffens

I glance down at the table
then back at his eyes

to dancing fire— playful—
a sensual surprise

i have me, is that enough?
i have me, is something to comfort?
i have me, isn't meant to sound proud.

it has happens to everyone,
it isn't something so mournful,
it isn't so tough,

i be okay until, a flashback
and then the reality hits back.

I don't feel in touch with any of my emotions.
why is it soo?
cause i am healed?
or...
this feels just right, lets leave it here,
just for today?

when you smile,
i feel...
that i am not
all dead,
yet.

I never had to think once,
whether she loved me or not,
cause she was always there,
living her life for me,
unconditionally loving me,
creating an ambiance where i could thrive,
become someone i wanted to be.

my life is her's, is it wrong to say so?