The Other

 

The Other

 

I, the other woman, am jealous when she wants you, when she has to have you all to herself. I want to be the only one, the one you turn to and depend on. If you hold me dear, I am happy. I breathe a sigh of relief. If we have to stay away from one another, we are both sad. We don’t know what to do without each other.

There we will always be, standing together in the early morning hours. In my memory and in my soul, you will belong to me no matter what. You have done my heart good.

 

 

 

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2 Responses to “The Other”

  1. Alex Says:

    wistful and sad. Quietly powerful

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