Monday, April 5, 2010

unemployed

Mother
The elder
The responsible
The carer.
Became lover
Became wanted
Became needer
For a moment
For a reason
That never stays
That never gives.
Now over
Now walked away from
Now separate
No longer purpose
No longer desire
With lust out of tune
With lips dry
With what
The alone now
The loser, lost
None.

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