Thursday, December 18, 2014
The day we chose to be roommates,
I had to stop wearing black.
You were often way too possessive,
But there was no looking back.
I lost my favorite side of the bed,
You took over my comfortable chair…
At times, it was hard to breathe freely,
Without inhaling your hair.
I was your slave in the kitchen.
You impatiently counted to ten…
Waiting for me to shop for you,
And yet, I’d do it all over again.