The sun is the same
There is no difference in the rain
and still
there is loss
there is anger
there is the raw gut wrenching reality
that nothing will be the same
though the laundry gets done and your hoodie is there and the smell of your soap lingers in the shower
your cologne lingers on the pillow.
if I never make another cup of Earl Grey…
If I never have to say.. “I fucking dare you” again
or “omfg really?!?!?”
if I never hear.. “yes but how much water or did you sleep?
my life will be different…
But it won’t be over
I am not a child… I fight my own battles
and I sit my demons down for tea.
i don’t need a Dom to make my life work…
I can love and live and be…
others have called me little one… someone might again.
Maybe it was too much to ask or maybe not enough
but who knows who will wake up?
dr Jekyll or Mr Hyde
or where you will be
or what comes next
or how it happens
or how the personalities get shuffled
or what hand I would be dealt or most importantly
do I even want dealt in
but the sun is still shining and I’m have ice cream for dinner