emc poetry

It’s nothing,

I’m just wondering

if you dream of me at night

or think about that time

in my bed

when I was drunk.

It’s nothing,

I’m just wondering

if I’m still a woman

you see yourself next to

in the heat of summer

and the chill of winter.

It’s nothing,

I’m just wondering why

I give so much

to get so little,

like a dog

hunting for scraps.

It’s nothing,

but I’m tired and

my life is too short

to wonder about

what if’s

but I’m here now.

It’s nothing,

I’m just wondering

if I’m more than just something…

if I could be your everything, too?

-emc