Possesion

Writing poems is not equal to having you

They are mere pieces of shadows

Of my dreams about you

But I know

One day

When I am gone

And I’ll be remembered no more

You will collect all my poems

In one place

Secretly

Read them to yourself

And hold them tight in your arms

Away from all the prying eyes

That day, my love

That blessed day

I’ll have you, for sure!