You're gone
I banished you when I found your stash
I hated you before that
long
before that
All the year
I gave you my affection
money
cooking
I evolved into housewife
for you
and you were ever
cold

THE ITCH
burns
when I know
if the feeling was returned
we could be wed

instead
THE ITCH
of wanting
when I gave in and discarded you
like empty wrappers

you called me
for ***
and drugs
and then left again



the moral of the story
i answered every time