Wednesday, February 22, 2017

The two of us.

I wake up sometimes wondering. Why do I keep fussing with myself?  Sure I live alone. Still my mind chews on the past. Why don’t you have a lover? I have had hundreds of them. It’s a fleeting pleasure. Why don’t you have a husband? They always seemed more trouble than they were worth. That’s why. Why couldn’t you keep it together? I know this is partially old programming but it’s also a human need for closeness. When I mention having a relationship or husband to married women…they say what for?  They sometimes envy my freedom. There is a price for everything.  

 I don’t need a lover I have a life.  I should get a dog.