Once I called you a nightmare I wish I could have.
Said you’d haunt me for eternity.
I’d think about you daily.
And I do.
Decades have gone by.
Families made.
Beliefs, desires, wants needs, changed.
And still.... you’re there, in the back of my mind.
Subtle and steady.
It feels different now.
You’re not a nightmare I wish I could have.
Not a nightmare at all.
Certainly not something I wish I could have.
Yet there you are still. What is that?
Not desire.
Not lust.
Something and someone I never got to prove wrong.
Never got to show you don’t have the power.
You don’t own my desire. Affection. Need.
But then again. There you still are.
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